Dirt

we all grow and we all die
and i think i'm gonna be buried alive
lungs filled with dirt and my veins ain't got no air
but i ain't never gonna make it out alive

what does it mean to be stuck here
too tired to live and too scared to die
maybe every day is a small death
don't know if i'll make it out alive

so maybe they'll bury me
in my bedsheets and dirty dishes
and maybe time's wasted
and seeds frosted
and gemination's unkempt
untimely displacement
roots frozen
and my body's lost in a moldy stagnation
but goddamn it
i'll spit dirt and dig

veins blossom and braid
twisted and unattainable
bones gnarled into branches
and hearts hidden from the eye

so maybe they'll bury me
in my bedsheets and dirty dishes
and maybe time's wasted
and seeds frosted
and gemination's unkempt
untimely displacement
root's frozen
and my body's lost in a moldy stagnation
but goddamn it
i'll spit dirt and dig

oh
oh
oh
oh

maybe they'll bury me
in my bedsheets and dirty dirty dishes
and maybe time's wasted
and seeds frosted
and gemination's unkempt
untimely displacement
root's frozen
and my body's lost in a moldy stagnation
but goddamn it
i'll spit dirt and dig



Credits
Writer(s): Freyja Anja Lucifer Weigl Rieger, Grafton Frazer Downs, Matthew Sablan, Mirabai Jyothi Kukathas, Zora Seboulisa, Zoser Lee Dunbar
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