Season Me Right - Alcoholic Faith Mission

Uttered from your lips

Tore me into pieces

Threw you to the ground

Wiped me from your body

Drained me from the sheets

Still they resonate

Your very last words

Now it’s surely over

Unless you bring me tea

While serving yourself up to

The queen in me

I picked on everything

You held to be the truth

I lived on my machines

Nothing’s ever real

I placed you on a fruitstand

You rotted into mulch

Still they resonate

Your very last words

Unravelling before med

Handle you like meat

Serving you for entrês

The remainder of the week

Very last words

Uttered from your lips

Tore me into pieces

Threw you to the ground

Wiped me from your body

Drained me from the sheets

Still they resonate

Your very last words