Roses

powder. soon. produced by greaf. lyrics. sick animals deceased ridin interstates off the truck to the market then your dinner plate and you think you clean none of my labels read BHT plant based proteins slow me like morphine everything saturated everything for me for you if you want it to i know its hard because the humans fucked up the loop sick people spend money why the fuck you look astonished what the fucks a business wanting other than profit bitch nothing just breathe dont think too deep where the undertow heavy and the current dont leave under trees where the shade bring safety all my mother hoped was that i got home safely BPA free bottles on the counter too cashed as of lately i dont wanna think about i know what you sayin stop with the speakin cuz i done heard everything dont come to close to me boy i hurt anything dont wanna be here but thank you for letting me look in the mirror and think am i whats best for me raised in the place where its best if you die nothing theres enough to keep you alive even if you do find work youll still be living in a town made of dirt fresh grains from the best plains at the shows headbangin till its neck pain next blunt next night then the next day im cashed till i exit let me explain no phone no number no conversation blood creepin through my veins with such contemplation do we wanna let him live hell no they could struggle till they go but theyll never be bones i know what you sayin