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Dig Yourself a Grave Lyrics[Chorus]
So how you want it?
Let yourself drown, lock yourself away
How you want it?
Demons underground make you feel insane
So how you want it?
Squirmin' like a worm suckin' on your prey
How you want it?
Time to meet the earth, dig yourself a grave

[Verse 1]
Disdain for all this [?] always on some island
This ain't no cautious rhyming question if the lord is biased
This is the rope, your diamond, duct the tape across your eyelids
For every fortune five [?] and who would think "Oh golly"
My demons haunt me, my brethren lost me, my fingers softly
I've seen them dropping, [?] stopping don't think I got me
I got the shovel that's ready, born to stab with machetes
Society lets me die, sobriety

[Chorus]
So how you want it?
Let yourself drown, lock yourself away
How you want it?
Demons underground make you feel insane
So how you want it?
Squirmin' like a worm suckin' on your prey
How you want it?
Time to meet the earth, dig yourself a grave

[Verse 2]
I got a bottle of gin, I'ma swallow a ten
Throughout all the mix I shout it, do it all through the keg
Hallucinogens, I don't think I'm using again
My dubious attempt has got me feeling stupid and then
I will rob into the kitchen, my reflection in the [?]
Can barely fit descriptions on my face, is this the [?]
Maybe things will get better, I don't think I will let her
I'll keep digging forever, 'til this shit is much better

[Chorus]
So how you want it?
Let yourself drown, lock yourself away
How you want it?
Demons underground make you feel insane
So how you want it?
Squirmin' like a worm suckin' on your prey
How you want it?
Time to meet the earth, dig yourself a grave

[Bridge]
So how you want it?
Dig yourself a grave, dig yourself a grave
How you want it?
Dig yourself a grave, dig yourself a grave
So how you want it?

[Verse 3]
Heavy and groggy, messages foggy
Dance on my coffin, lord I'll be better at morning
(It's like) And I'm sorry, seven o'clock is end of this all
Ready I'm rockin', ready like [?]
(It's like) Fuck this America, fuck the hysteria
Fuck the establishment, fuck the parents, don't want me around
(It's like) Motion sickness, notion to stigmas
[?] constricts, it falls out [?] and no one will listen
It's like