TheHealingFields

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

Don't think too deep

Where the undertow heavy and the current don't 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 don't wanna think about

I know what you sayin'

Stop with the speakin' because I done heard everything

Don't come to close to me boy I hurt anything

Don't wanna be here but thank you for letting me

Look in the mirror and think am I what's best for me

Raised in the place where it's best if you die

Nothing there's enough to keep you alive

Even if you do find work

You'll still be living in a town made of dirt

Fresh grains from the best plains

At the shows head-bangin' till its neck pain

Next blunt, next night, then the next day

I'm 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 they'll never be Bones

I know what you sayin'