Thomston - Salt

Nothing will grow, here, now!

I ripped down the roots and I salted the Earth,
I was hasty and hateful, brought out the worst
Weightin' in on my conscious is dead as a stone,
Solitary detachment like I haven't known
The gossip and 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!