Larimar

The systems flawed They simmer down A plant seems tall When the people crawl I'm sick of style I'm anti commodity Himself can lie But none will try Rebel aids what you want Waiting soon you are home I'm sick of waiting sound The grief has come around I'll make you see my ways When holy mattress falls Go up just to decide When you're ready they hold you down Can't fucking suck the blood with bare hands Can't tuck the mud inside