Fit For An Autopsy Dead In The Dirt
Dead in the dirt,
Leave me be.
Now I breathe the air
That the demons breathe,
And they sing to me.
So don't pull me up
From the bottom,
The filth.
I need to stay,
I've been to the surface,
Oh, and it's just pushed me away
Further from grace.
What a disgusting f..cking place
We've carved into the landscape,
Stuffed with disease and decay,
Bleeding out as clear as day.
Hell has its hooks in me.
So bury me in the back of the forest.
Down in the mud
I'll find my peace.
Just bury me in the back of the forest,
And don't ever come looking for me,
I'll find my peace.
Hell has its hooks in me.
Dead in the dirt,
Leave me be.
Now I breathe the air
That the demons breathe,
And they sing to me.
So don't pull me up,
From the bottom,
The filth.
I need to stay,
I've been to the surface,
Oh, and it's just pushed me away.
So bury me in the back of the forest.
Down in the mud
I'll find my peace.
Just bury me in the back of the forest,
And don't ever come looking for me.
Hell has its hooks in me.
