White Lung - Sister

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
Death is spru-hung

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
Death is spru-hung

Your death has sprung
Your death has sprung
Your death has sprung
Your death has sprung