Somebody's out there
He's been there before
Said he's out there
Digging a hole in the floor
Or are my eyes still red
Or is my conscience dead
Or are my eyes still red
Or are my eyes still
Soul's hollering
You better dig it, boy
Mind altering
Black hornets swoop from the sky's above
Breed maggots that feast on the bones of the dove
Or are my eyes still red
Or is my conscience dead
Or are my eyes still red
Or are my eyes still
Soul's hollering
You better dig it, boy
Mind altering
Soul's hollering
You better dig it, boy
Mind altering you
Field trip to the mortuary
All's well that ends well
Field trip to the mortuary
All's well that ends well
Or I stay well
Or I stay well
Comments (0)