Vārdi: Mudvayne. L.D. 50. Dig.

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 motherfucker that's thinking, they can change me
White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold
If you're wanting a piece of me, I'll break the motherfucking mold
I'm drowning in your wake
Shit 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 motherfuckers 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, you ain't fuckin' changing me

Dig
Dig
Dig
Dig
Dig, my, my motherfucker
Dig, my, my motherfucker
Dig, my, my motherfucker
Dig

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 clock against your head
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 clock 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 am rearranging
Dig, bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing

Wish you were committing
Suicide sucking on a mother fucking tailpipe
Dead man walking on a tight rope
Limbless in the middle of a channel bombs away