Tossing dirt away,
crawling up from loose soil,
I increase the weight with stone,
trying to choke you down.
You’re just the dead and gone.
Why can’t you stay where I bury you?
Dead men, they say, don’t tell tales,
so what’s with all the volumous whispering?
Fuck your fairy tales.
To hell with your horror stories.
I just want a simple life.
I want a life that’s mine.
If I wanted to be controlled,
I’d turn my back here and march
right back to the place we used to call home.
I’ve been riding your scream for a long time now,
a wave to ride or to pull me in the undertow
and all they see is a mirage of still waters:
can’t even peer to see the depths of this turbulance
I know, but I know, and what on earth am I
supposed to do about it?
Repeat it, exploit it, fix it, break down, maybe I’ll just
say fuck it and forget it again,
for I don’t know where I’ve been, who I am,
much less where to go from here,
and your haunting’s not helping,
posessing is not helping, but I
can’t shake off the hissing
dominating my eardrums with a steady beat,
like a war soundtrack to this
army of madness overtaking my skull,
invading my soul, so just help me,
just speak to me
clearly or
go away,
just keep away,
stop kicking up
loose soil
and just stay
where I bury you.
crawling up from loose soil,
I increase the weight with stone,
trying to choke you down.
You’re just the dead and gone.
Why can’t you stay where I bury you?
Dead men, they say, don’t tell tales,
so what’s with all the volumous whispering?
Fuck your fairy tales.
To hell with your horror stories.
I just want a simple life.
I want a life that’s mine.
If I wanted to be controlled,
I’d turn my back here and march
right back to the place we used to call home.
I’ve been riding your scream for a long time now,
a wave to ride or to pull me in the undertow
and all they see is a mirage of still waters:
can’t even peer to see the depths of this turbulance
I know, but I know, and what on earth am I
supposed to do about it?
Repeat it, exploit it, fix it, break down, maybe I’ll just
say fuck it and forget it again,
for I don’t know where I’ve been, who I am,
much less where to go from here,
and your haunting’s not helping,
posessing is not helping, but I
can’t shake off the hissing
dominating my eardrums with a steady beat,
like a war soundtrack to this
army of madness overtaking my skull,
invading my soul, so just help me,
just speak to me
clearly or
go away,
just keep away,
stop kicking up
loose soil
and just stay
where I bury you.
