White Noise

Twelve feet underground
Weeds consuming your tomb
My name lies on your grave
I will see you soon

Church bell rings on hollow souls
Too near to feel alone
Grab tight my mother's hand, the only feeling she felt that night

I've been contemplating what I feel, where I go and who to trust

My thoughts lie with bitterwood
This is it, can't take this shit
Motherfucker don't beg me, I ain't it
Let's end this quick

Don't talk shit motherfucker, you'll get hit bitch
Hate me
Final Words, Bitterwoods on that shit
Gonna break up this bit
Love me
Leave me
Forget me



Credits
Writer(s): William Whyte
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