I heard a frog ribbit And decided to **** it That's when I filled it With my drill bit And it turned into a dead prince I regretfully winced My hands I rinsed And moved on
There's a mass grave in my backyard Like an ******* I never thought it would go this far It's a hassle This giant hole From acting cold It's filled with princes and thieves alike In this pit there is no light No wrong or right Only useless fights And sleepless nights
As the bodies start stacking My suitcase I start packing But ambition to leave I'm lacking So it's the wall I'm smacking As the hole behind me gets bigger My finger is on the trigger Shooting at the deceased Like they have a zombie disease That restricts righteous release
This grave is swallowing my house Yet I just keep wallowing around Muting the surrounding sounds That remind me of hell hounds Barking from below Regret they bestow When they could've been golden retrievers Instead they flung their molten cleaver Their searing liquid knife Causes my insipid strife When the droplets stab holes in my skin And then start burning me from within Their weapon may not be solid It doesn't matter what you call it It hurts me all the same So I try to forget their name
I dug my own grave Now I must lie in it But when everybody lies That doesn't seem like such a big deal When in this world it's hard to tell what's real Especially the emotions people make me feel When I have things they're looking to steal So I **** them in my mind But they take pieces of me I'm running out of time Which definitely isn't free It's the main commodity They seek to take off of me That's why I must bitterly bury them But my conscience continues to carry them