Craters Songtext
von Boundary Operator

I was the white boy in Pomona, karma was a cop
High desert rides with crystal, couldn′t stop
Hit the whip at thirteen, court date in the fall
G-Funk on the radio, smoke on the sprawl
Dropped out the semester, headed somewhere else
Every job a layover, running from myself
Recruiter said, "Wait nine months," I said, "Nah, I'm out"
Wrong door, green carpet, didn′t think about
They said, "Bounce!" I heard something else

She said, "Don't," I said, "Watch yourself"

One rotation watching trucks roll past
She stood at the lip, felt it clink that last


They said stop, I said watch
They said dot, I said not
Left craters everywhere I been
Broke the word, but I win
Every note was just a door
Every hole just showed me more
From the edge, from the dust
All that rust became the trust
(From the edge, from the dust)
(All that rust became the trust)

Passed the test like I was built for it

Caught that running, found it fit

Wasn't wrong, wrong ring
Found the frequency, found the boom
She held it like a weapon every year
Cash the checks, ordering, kept the sneer
I walked toward the thing that ticks
While the phone calls turned to static
Sixteen years and then everything
Lost brothers in the summer, still hear ′em sing
One in Samarra, one in Kunduz, one on the road
And my hands shake, but I carry the load


Yeah, they said stop, I said watch
They said dot, I said not
Left craters everywhere I been
Broke the word, but I win
Every note was just a door
Every hole just showed me more
From the edge, from the dust
All that rust became the trust
(From the edge, from the dust)
(All that rust became the trust)

Yeah, yeah, from the lead to the sandbox
Bullhead to the cage, .45 in cab
Learning how to wait, can never grow up
Just found the right war
Safe fire that started behind a different door

From the lead, from the dust
All that rust became the trust
(From the edge, from the dust)
(All that rust became the trust)

Yeah, now the pound made the sound that was always underneath
G-Funk whistle, take it underneath my teeth
Tremor ain′t a signal, but the signal's clean
Boundry, I prepared it, you know what I mean
Leave craters where we stood
Fill ′em in or fall in
Either way, it's cold, cold, cold!