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Hey, guys! 

I just got DTube working after struggling for the last two days, so I decided to upload my first music video to the platform. This footage was taken in June when I went on tour with Forthteller through Florida. It includes shots of The Dungeon Tavern in Panama City and Rain Dogs in Jacksonville. You can find the video below:

https://d.tube/#!/v/introvertfl/wt2pszkl

A Garden:

We were born with the harvest on our lips, 
all the seeds we needed stitched into our fingertips. 
Instead of being grateful, we pushed heaven past its limit 
searching for a paradise despite it being given 
to us freely. And after all this digging, we stared at the mounds 
our eyes aiming at the sky from the hole we dug ourselves, 
and in this passing moment, it just seems so fitting how 
the hands that dug into the earth will try to climb their way out, 
and we can, if we don't suffocate from all the weight 
of the plagues that we create, centuries of past mistakes, 
a history of ending life as mindless entertainment 
allergic to forbidden fruit, but we had to taste it. 
And as the juice is spilling out underneath our gaping mouths 
every single seed is scattering into the lines we plowed. 
I can't promise things will change. All that I can say 
is there's evidence of thriving life peaking over all the graves. 

Mother love me dearly. 
I know I hurt you so. 
I tore your skin apart. 
But I can't promise things will change. 
I can't promise things will change.