Dig

written by Chad Gray, Greg Tribbett, Matthew Mcdonough, & Ryan Martinie

Dig bury me underneath everything,
That I am rearranging,
Dig bury me underneath everything,
That I was slowly changing.

I would love to be at the face,
Of any mother fucker,
That's thinking they can change me,
White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold,
If you're wanting a peice of me,
I broke the mother fucking mold.

I'm drowning in you wake,
Shit rubbed in my face,
Teathing 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 mother fuckers in the biz,
That try to fuck me,
Hang from their T's rated PG insight,
I ain't selling my soul,
When there's nothing to buy.

I'm livid in my space,
Pissing in my face,
Fuck you,
While you try to fuck me.

Dig bury me underneath everything,
That I am rearranging,
Dig bury me underneath everything,
That I was slowing changing.

You ain't fucking changing me!

Let me help you tie that 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 that 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,
Get on the plank,
Fuck!

Dig bury me underneath everything,
That I was rearranging,
Dig bury me underneath everything,
That I was slowly changing.

Wish you were committing suicide,
Sucking on a mother fucking tailpipe,
Dead man dangling from a tight rope,
Limbless in the middle of a channel,
Bob away!