My mother said, "Son look around
You’ve got a fucked up view of reality"
My father said, "Son oh won't you listen now
Your lack of insight plagues just how far your tongue can see"
Chorus:
I’ve spent all these years
With my head in the sand
Tonight I’m going to dig myself out
With, with, with third degree burns
All over my body
Tonight I split the ground and as the day decays
Somebody will dig me out, out of the earth
My mother said, "Son you’re a fucking mess
You’ve got no heart, soul, ribs, goal
Not a centered bone inside your chest"
My father said, "Son how can I prove it now?
Because I swear I feel no pity
No I know I feel no pity"
*Chorus*
Soil, soil, dirt and rubble
Hand me my stomach and spine for my troubles
The trees are where I plan to stay
x2
Let the bark match this skin
And the pine needles bite
Let the roots run my veins
And the soil gave me life
Let the bark match this skin
And the pine needles bite
Let the roots run my veins
And my arms stretch for miles
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