| Dead in the dirt
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| Leave me be
|
| Now I breathe the air
|
| That the demons breathe
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| And they sing to me
|
| So don’t pull me up
|
| From the bottom
|
| The filth
|
| I need to stay
|
| I’ve been to the surface
|
| Oh, and its just pushed me away
|
| Further from grace
|
| What a disgusting fucking place
|
| We’ve carved into the landscape
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| Stuffed with disease and decay
|
| Bleeding out as clear as day
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| Hell has it’s hooks in me
|
| So bury me in the back of the forest
|
| Down in the mud
|
| I’ll find my peace
|
| Just bury me in the back of the forest
|
| And don’t ever come looking for me
|
| I’ll find my peace
|
| Hell has it’s hooks in me
|
| Dead in the dirt
|
| Leave me be
|
| Now I breathe the air
|
| That the demons breathe
|
| And they sing to me
|
| So don’t pull me up
|
| From the bottom
|
| The filth
|
| I need to stay
|
| I’ve been to the surface
|
| Oh, and its just pushed me away
|
| So bury me in the back of the forest
|
| Down in the mud
|
| I’ll find my peace
|
| Just bury me in the back of the forest
|
| And don’t ever come looking for me
|
| Hell has it’s hooks in me |