Sister - White Lung

You’ll burn a bit, my little sister

He’ll drop and taste the best of you

We will cement you into garbage

I swear I miss all of you

He’ll stay in every night praying for the same fight

A dull cloud comes over me, I waste him down

Waste him down

Oh, when he’s gone

It won’t be long

Until death is sprung

We were from the same womb

We were from the same womb

We were from the same good start

And I know

And I know is I’ll drag you all apart

Collapse your brain into rivers

My heart is pure, vain surprise

He swore he loved only the back of you

I choked and bathed in the lie

He’ll stay in every night praying for the same fight

A dull cloud comes over me, I waste him down

Waste him down

Oh, when he’s gone

It won’t be long

Until death is sprung

Your death has sprung

Your death has sprung

Your death has sprung

Your death has sprung