I woke up in a hole
Oh, fuck
I spent the night digging my grave
Dirt nap atrophy, zombie life magazine
Front page headline reads, "Suicide pipe dreams"
Force fed a life I refuse, swimming neck deep in dirt
I will choose how I lose
Dying means I don't need anything
Fucking refuse
(Lie to me)
Give me your word it's safe
(Lie to me)
So I can hear the fake
(Lie to me)
Give me your word it's safe
(Lie to me)
So I can dig my grave
Force fed a life I refuse
Under a lightning filled sky
I will choose
At the end of the day, hang me up so high that the angels play with my hair
Bury me so low that the life I loathe dissipates and slips away
Hang me high
Bury me low
(Lie to me)
Give me your word it's safe
(Lie to me)
So I can dig my grave
At the end of the day, hang me high under thunder and lightning filled skies
Then bury me low, so no angels die for the life I loathe
Run your dreams into the ground