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i rest my head in the dirt just for fun
the minute i feel pain all i wanna do is run
so far i'm 3 feet deep in the mud
bury me alive and pray that god lift me up
cuz i've seen enough
i woke up in hell
i'll speak to the devil and destroy myself
all's well that ends well that's what i've been told
we say what we feel before stopping ourselves

rather rot in a cell
than wallow in doubt
so i'll dig my way out
like a fly on the wall
you hear all my thoughts
when i'm deep in the ground
tell me that you hear it
gabriel is serenading us with his new trumpet
i've become a shell of what i was and that's atrocious
freedom from the curse that's been a burden on my shoulders