Oh, my own she vixen we're sworn to secrecy, this crime is ours Yeah, so quench your thirst And when I'm hungry I'll eat my words So in those
grave Fading in the distance I am nothing Watch the skeleton dance Dancing on my grave My frozen hour of death Here I am alone Casting my own shadows
's fault But my own Tell me that it's nobody's fault Nobody's fault But my own tell me that it's nobody's fault Nobody's fault But my own tell me that
must be, but Hey God... I'd get down on my knees I'm going to try this thing you way Seen a dying man too proud to beg spit on his own grave Was he
zo goods to eat What to the manilla on your paper It’s the rattle with the crackerjack caper Now who’s said that I was all for my own Not did a flesson
fake you dig your grave a little deeper Come around me with that shit I'ma flip it to my brother's keeper Listen to this: overstress my emphasis I
return Vital signs that show I'm dead This can't happen, I'm rising from my own grave Hunger grows not nutritional but instinctual Flesh becomes my only
You can't escape life just because you stopped living but you're dead the same second you decide to just give in and given the choice between your own
tongue Dig your own grave, what's done is done What's in your head, what's on your mind Time will tell don't look behind What I keep inside my head is
like a furnace, I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out your 'dermis [Chorus 2x] (Lalalala-lala-lalala) I got my 9mm at my waist, papa I got my shotgun
us from ourselves Save us, we need you now Bury me with you and never let my hand go I'll think of you forever I'll sing melodies over your grave Songs
ching ching) Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy Don't need no honey, that's right Cause I'm thinkin with my big head, FUCK what my dick
(ching ching) Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy Don't need no honey, that's right Cause I'm thinkin with my big head, FUCK what my dick
sell your soul for a leading role, will The Lost Souls be forgot? And if I can't hear the music and the audience is gone, I'll dance here on my own.
than your sister Kool Aid is Hooray is the underdog Now my feet under desk It's the presidential favorite Can't believe I got away with my earlier stages Being on stages Having my
grave My Jesus ran the opposite way Oh, and through the cross He conquered the grave Oh, He ran the opposite way Yeah, through the cross He conquered the grave
on the eyes let the dead men sing I shiver and shake the warm air cold I'm alone on my own In every mistake I dig this hole Through my skin and bones
ever scratch my own state of mind Nothing really matters He’s watching me What if I look away and deal with it Digging in my grave I won’t deny