Dig bury me Underneath everything that I am rearranging Underneath everything that I was slowly changing Dig see'mon motherfucker Let me help you tie the rope around your neck Let me help to talk you the wrong way off a ledge Let me help you hold the

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman I can move mountains I can work a miracle, work a miracle May nothing but death do us part Oh, oh, I keep you like an oath Bury me till I confess And I can't get you out of my head You'll find your way And may death

Break every bone in your face If you mess with my life I'll mess with your blood And bury you In a coffin made of your A coffin made of your deceptions This is to the rats A skull-fuck For every word

I don't want you to cry, I don't even want you to care Don't you dare, pray for me, no There's things I bury inside, to keep away from the light Don't you dare, pray for me You're fucking crazy, if you think that I'll ever change I am mine, I am me, I'll

I won't let you bury it I won't let you smother it I won't let you murder it Our time is running out And our time is running out You can't push it underground We can't stop it screaming out The death of me

'Cause the hardest part of this Is leaving you If you could get me a drink Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded Call my aunt Marie Help her gather all my things And bury me In all my favorite colors

Pray that all is forgotten Lay to rest Bury the dead Tomorrow seems to turn so fast Alone in the boiler meltin' me down Ain't the first, won't be the last So many people all at once Who I once was has died Never feel the ills of breakin' down

Dig bury me underneath Everything that I am rearranging Everything that I was slowly changing Let me help you tie the rope around your neck Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge Of any mother fucker that´s thinkin´ they can change me White

End of times, just kill the quietude Hear my cries, and start the countdown Bury my crimes, somewhere deep within It's not that complicated Simply I just worship chaos No peace of mind from quietude Haunting nightmares follow thru The panic that lingers

Won't you do this thing for me Ain't got no car Won't you bury my papa for me Oh Mister Banker please Mister Banker Mister please, how much does money mean Won't you reconsider Mister Ain't got no house All I got, lord, is my guitar