Dirt

I've got dirt on my fingers been digging graves for myself to sink and lay

Got dirt between my toes been treading for days

You see roses I see thorns suns a shining while I wait for it to pour

Addicted to my misery I like to cry it pleases me

Somethings kind of nice about being underground it's wet and cold

And there's hardly, there's hardly there's hardly any sound

Ooh ooh so so blue

And there's nothing you can do about it

Chains of slaves stuck behind glass mirrors

Voidless frames pockets full of pain