If i dig where I sleep, have I been sleeping way to **** long.
My ears are plugged with dirt, and my teeth grind while I smirk.
The violin begins to play oh mary, and i begin to think iam not ready.
This heaviness of brick and wood play around my fixture.  

As I sit here not to care at its silent mixture.  My eyes already adjusted to this sharp picture, freeing me from life to another.  Please take me, drive me away
before I lose all my thought, i can't quit this now its all i got.  Please let me
go back, if i lose it now, i will lose all my color.  

**** my figure theres nothing left, but disaster, my waisted life and empty laughter. It has consumed me and played my time.  I dug where I slept and I gave it all up for best.  I ran away at all cost and it became dirt with the rest.