Dig - Mudvayne
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing
I would love to beat the face,
Of any mother f_cker that's thinkin' they can change me,
White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold,
If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother f_ckin' mold,
I'm drowning in your wake
Sh_t rubbed in my face
Teething on concrete
Gums bleeding
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing
I struggle in violated space,
Sell out motherf_ckers in the biz that try to f_ck me,
Hang from their T's rated P.G. insight,
I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothing to buy
I'm livid in my space
Pissing in my face
F_ck you
While you try
To f_ck me
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was you ain't f_ckin' changing me
dig
dig
dig
dig, kill, now motherf_cker
dig, kill, now motherf_cker
dig, kill, now motherf_cker
dig,
Go.
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock against your head
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock against your head,
Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs
your the blind f_ck
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing
Wish you were committing
Suicide s_ckin' on a mother f_ckin' tailpipe
Dead man walking on a tight rope
Limbless in the middle of a channel bombs away
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