Salt - Thomston

I ripped down the roots and I salted the Earth,

I was hasty & hateful, brought out the worst

Weightin' in on my conscious is dead as a stone,

Solitary detachment like I haven’t known

The gossip & whispers, all carried your name

The passive aggression, deception relate

Now I guess that I’m paying for playin' my part,

You emptied me out when you hit it hard

Nothing will grow, here, now

No, no nothing will grow, here, now

Nothing will grow, here, now

Nothing will grow, here, now

The seeds that I sow go to waste in the dirt,

Bury attempts to unmade all the hurt

And I could tell by the contact,

you’ve made up your mind

Thoughtless I want this to burn, less I’m willing

To take salt type

Nothing will grow, here, now

No, no nothing will grow, here, now

No no no no

Nothing will grow, here, now

Nothing will grow, here, now

No, no nothing will grow

No, no nothing will grow

No, no nothing will grow here, now!