Appalachia van Unknown Rooms: A Collection Of Acoustic Songs

It was the way we always knew that we never had the clue/that we never had the chance like the others in the dance/like black diamonds, ash and light/like the mines and anthracite/split-tongued fellows, venom-survived/violence only against the vile/e'er we bleed into the wild/then laid to rest there, man or child/this shining gutter in the sun/is it worth it in the run