My new single "…And You're Terrified of What You Found" combines Grunge vocals, psychedelic production, country slide guitar, and pop beats into a song that takes my negative feelings of not being cared about and turns them into something freeing and powerful

It's all about the way "how are you?" isn't really a question people want answered honestly

Lyrics:

When it's obvious the slimy sun already forgot us When something's coming up and it sure don't smell like roses When you lost touch with your god cuz you got tired of praying When you are not afraid to die, you're already decaying They don't know, no they don't care Are not aware, or won't go there That emptiness is what they fear But when you're good then they fall in to feed Cuz you left your good fortune on the side of the road Its shrinking image in your mirror Where is it now? You just don't know Am I careening down or riding the road? While you watch me disappear They don't know, no they don't care Are not aware, or just won't go there That emptiness is what they fear But when you're good then they fly in to feed I'm in and around and beyond all of them The spit of the snake, yes I am the poison In some kind of state where my feed kiss the sky And when they ask you they don't listen To the answer you dredged up…