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