Wasteland from Wasteland by One Eyed Moon

Trapped behind the dirty glass
Oxygen depleted, gone
Can't hear my inner thoughts
Can't feel, can't see at all

All quiet except for heavy breathing
But I feel like I'm not alone
Will I ever leave this wasteland?
Will I ever make it home?

The ever closing presence
There's nothing behind their eyes
Can't stop now I hear them coming
I'll be prey before too long

My body is shutting down
My brain is long past gone
Will I ever escape the wasteland?
Will I ever make it home?

They're inching closer
I can't find my way
Dust clouds surround me
Reaching out forever more

Will I ever leave the wasteland?
Will I ever make it home?
Will I ever escape this wasteland?
Will I ever get back home?

• Rock
• fuzz rock
• garage punk
• garage rock
• stoner rock
• Atlanta