Mountaineer - No Trigger

Adventurers

Stab the days and wipe the blade let’s put the magazines away

Breaking rules and scamming trips doing anything to scratch the itch

We’ll run away run away run away from a life imbalanced

Don’t fuck with the last adventurers

We’re never gonna let this go

We won’t have to

With brains in our head feet in our shoes

Passport control ditching the real life

Tight mountain roads that tunnel into coastal city lights

Just two machines outside the lines

Living off alcohol adrenaline and filtered grinds

Will you remember white knuckle nights andorran alpine twilight

Let’s check our pulses when we get old to see what’s real

Dropping ropes we’re letting go of population overflow

Steel tight lips and tighter ships doing anything to scratch the itch

We’ll run away run away run away from a life imbalanced don’t fuck with the

last adventurers

We’re never gonna let this go we won’t have to

With brains in our head feet in our shoes

Trying hard to keep ourselves physically strong mentally awake and morally

straight

Instead of running for our lives

We got knives in hand to catch our fears by surprise

Will you remember blood mountain nights in appalachian moonlight

It’s how we made our younger days shape worthy lives

We were the last adventurers

We were the last adventurers

Will you remember white knuckle nights andorran alpine twilight

Let’s check our pulses when we get old to see what’s real

But we already know

Will you remember blood mountain nights in appalachian moonlight

It’s how we made our younger days shape worthy lives