Bury me.
I've my head in the clouds
And my feet in the grave.
Yet im trampled by crowds
Of people, feeling the same.
With bands on their hands
And songs in their minds
We all agree that we are fine.

Lying.
Trying.
And in the end.
I watch as every single friend.
Rises up from the grave.
While my shovel begins to wear away.
Life has always been the same.

Yet i can't help but dream of change.
I can't help but scream out flames.
I can't help but wish for chains.
To tie me down and keep me sane.

But my casket is fluffy.
Like a cloud it feels light.
The darkness is my blanket.
So i don't go outside.

Leave me right here.
The place i know best.
In all my sadness i'll try to find rest.
Just keep digging, past rock bottom.

Bury me