[ Featuring Final Words ]
Twelve feet underground
Weeds consuming your tomb
My name lies on your grave
I will see you soon
Church bells ring on hollow souls
Too near to feel alone
Grab tight my mother's hand
The only feeling she felt that night
I've been contemplating
What I feel
Where I go
And who to trust
Yeah
Yeah
My thoughts lie with bitter wood
This is it
Can't take the shit
Motherf*cker don't beg me
I ain't it
Let's end this quick
Don't talk shit motherf*cker
You'll get hit bitch
(Hate me)
Final Words, Bitterwood on that shit
Gonna break up this bit
(Love me)
(Leave me)
(Forget me)
