one, two, three

Poor, always moving, hungover, post-show blackout nights.
Before you know it, another city, another night, another sound.

Obito captures the present as it is,
good days and messed-up nights all thrown together.
No rush for answers, worry about it after you stop breathing.

Laugh, make noise, dance, and keep moving.
It looks like a joke, but it stays carved inside.
That is this track.