Your Mother's Rage

Press your lips against my heart shaped scar
You got jokes but you take it too far
All that jazz in my piece of shit car
Channeling your mother's rage

Gettin high to the lizard king
Ooowwweeee your beauty has a sting
Twist the knife, i can't feel a thing
Channeling your mother's rage

Haunted by the past
Burning Palo Santo by the branch

Talking to God like an avalanche

Your mama told you that
There ain't no ghosts
Just bitches in bed sheets
With the two eye-holes
Ain't nothin to see
Ain't nothin to know
Now your channeling your mother's rage
Tear out your eyes
Then complain you can't see
Dig up some trauma
You got buried down deep
Think of all the versions
Of yourself you'll never meet
If you're channeling your mother's rage

Haunted by the past
Burning Palo Santo by the branch

Talking to God like an avalanche

Mama don't believe in ghosts
But i've seen so many i get dizzy spells
And i swear i see yours the most
But legend has it
That you're still alive and well

Press your lips against my heart shaped scar
You got jokes but you take it too far
All that jazz in my piece of shit car
Channeling your mother's (ugh)

Your mother's rage

Haunted by the past
Burning Palo Santo by the branch

Your mother's rage

Talking to God
Talking to God like an avalanche

(people keep telling me there ain't no such thing as ghosts
But man i swear to God i see ghosts every time i open up
My motherfucking phone
Every time i look at a photo
Every time i walk into my home
Every time i have a moment alone)

Your mother's rage

Mama don't believe in ghosts
But i've seen so many i get dizzy spells
And i swear i see yours the most
But legend has it
That your still alive and well