Thomston - Salt

Текст песни

I ripped down the roots and I salted the Earth,
I was hasty & hateful, brought out the worst
Weightin' in on my conscious is dead as a stone,
Solitary detachment like I haven’t known
The gossip & whispers, all carried your name
The passive aggression, deception relate
Now I guess that I’m paying for playin' my part,
You emptied me out when you hit it hard
Nothing will grow, here, now
No, no nothing will grow, here, now
Nothing will grow, here, now
Nothing will grow, here, now
The seeds that I sow go to waste in the dirt,
Bury attempts to unmade all the hurt
And I could tell by the contact,
you’ve made up your mind
Thoughtless I want this to burn, less I’m willing
To take salt type
Nothing will grow, here, now
No, no nothing will grow, here, now
No no no no
Nothing will grow, here, now
Nothing will grow, here, now
No, no nothing will grow
No, no nothing will grow
No, no nothing will grow here, now!