Mama
I could blame this weather
For the splinters of glass
Falling in my mind
Most likely it's mama
Mama why did you kill my soul
You beat me with your words and told me all your lies
Mama the people in my head telling me
That you can't be trusted
So with the maggots eating you out
I'll scream Hallelujah
So with the shit that you've done
You're going straight to hell
Throw holy water at me
But hell is for you mama
<Deleted User> (13762)
Tue 17th Apr 2018 08:46
I love a good dance at a graveside and there's nowhere to hide between these very direct lines.