"Dirt"

Disassociate to make sense
Pay attention to the difference
Jumble the feeling from heart to mind
Find the answer hopefully
I feel sick to my stomach and water tread
A necrophiliac waiting for the dead to dawn
The Caucus Islands is where it originated
This downward spiral into obvious then oblivious sacrifice
Close your eyes
They say it is all alright
I am waiting for this pounding feeling to let me rest
Rest my head in the dirt
In the dirt
In the dirt
In the blood stained dirt

Fuck you and your morals
You stupid girl
You will pay in the end
Everything you love will fall from you
You will have nothing
Like you deserve

I hate the honest part
The honest part is bare bones
Bare back that hurts the most
You know, this feeling is eternal
I am familiar with it

Know thyself
Know thyself
Hate thyself
Hate thyself
Fuck yourself
Fuck yourself

Skew your perfect image
It is what you do best
Feel this chill
And accept it