Mudvayne - Dig Lyrics
I would love to beat the face,Of any mother *****er thats thinkin they can change me,White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold,If youre wantin a piece of me I broke the mother *****in mold,Im drowning in your wakeShit rubbed in my faceTeething on concreteGums bleedingDig bury me underneathEverything that I am rearrangingDig bury me underneathEverything that I was slowly changingI struggle in violated space,Sell out mother*****ers in the biz that try to ***** me,Hang from their ts rated p.g. insight,I aint sellin my soul when theres nothing to buyIm livid in my spacePissing in my face***** you while you tryTo ***** meDig bury me underneathEverything that I am rearrangingDig bury me underneathEverything that I was you aint *****in changing meLet me help you tie the rope around your neck,Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,Let me help you hold the glock against your headLet me help you tie the rope around your neck,Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,Let me help you hold the glock up to your head,Let me help to chain the weights onto your legsGet on the plank *****Dig bury me underneathEverything that I am rearrangingDig bury me underneathEverything that I was slowly changingWish you were committingSuicide suckin on a mother *****in tailpipeDead man dangling from a tight ropeLimbless in the middle of a channel bob away
