Dirt Nap Atrophy

I woke up in a hole

Oh, fuck

I spent the night digging my grave
Dirt nap atrophy, zombie life magazine
Front page headline reads, "Suicide pipe dreams"
Force fed a life I refuse, swimming neck deep in dirt
I will choose how I lose

Dying means I don't need anything
Fucking refuse

(Lie to me)
Give me your word it's safe
(Lie to me)
So I can hear the fake
(Lie to me)
Give me your word it's safe
(Lie to me)
So I can dig my grave

Force fed a life I refuse
Under a lightning filled sky
I will choose

At the end of the day, hang me up so high that the angels play with my hair
Bury me so low that the life I loathe dissipates and slips away

Hang me high
Bury me low

(Lie to me)
Give me your word it's safe
(Lie to me)
So I can dig my grave

At the end of the day, hang me high under thunder and lightning filled skies
Then bury me low, so no angels die for the life I loathe

Run your dreams into the ground



Credits
Writer(s): Wyatt Mc Laughlin, Michael Menocker, John Centorrino, David Boughter
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