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This is a fictional lyric about an outlaw in the wild West. Mr Sundown is a feared man by many, but seen by few. If you do run into him things probably won't go so well. He portrays himself as a deputy, or a bounty hunter, but in fact he's just another gunslinger looking for a kill. He's prayed off the weak, and stolen from many. But really he's a nobody, and his time will come.

Throughout life there are many hurdles that get in the way of where you want to go. It's up to you if you want to go through them over them or around them. For me, I was always one to think about escaping everything, and when I'm on top of a mountain I feel like I want to stay there because it helps me escape from everything. I don't want to face the hurdles, I don't want things to be too tough, I've always wanted it to be easy. I realize that that's not possible, and also realized that climbing to the top of a mountain is not easy, and it has its hurdles. Only after contemplating for a long time do I realize this, and think about coming down and reentering the reality.

This is a song about someone who stops believing. There's just so much wrong about the world, and they ponder about God's existence. They're not sure that they really can fully understand all this, but it's a reality. All they want to do is just leave this all behind and move into another phase of life, but they can't. There's no escaping reality. You can leave everything behind, and go somewhere else, but it's like the mail, everything is forwarded to you.

This lyric was inspired by the rapper Lil Durk. He said something that stuck with me when I was watching an interview with him on the Ari melber show. He said that you can never be healed. I kind of relate to that, because I always say don't stop healing. I've gone through so much adversity in my life and come out the other side. But I can't stop thinking that I've got everything under control. I have to continue as we heal the wounds that I created throughout the years, and try not to pick them like a scab, so that I will wake them up. In some ways I had to think about this a lot, because there was a time in my life when I believed that I was healed. Another way of putting it is that I'll never be cured from the disease of addiction. I'll always have to take my medicine every day.

Nostalgia is appealing, but it also has an enemy. Forgetting the last can harm us just as much as idolizing it. Finding a balance is hard, but when we do--seeing the good, the bad, and the path that led us here--we don't have to ignore or be owned by what our life used to be.