Текст песни Rocks

What a waste your a less than How you chase for a blessing From a place that will chew you up and spit you on the seat On the phone with an apple Has a face like an asshole When you choke who will come and squeeze your life back out back out I see zero on your honor tired bodies Ice is melting from your breast needing more Crumbled like clay from my mountain sleeping lightening Steal your lips back waiting for that sound But why now? Why now? That sound