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In this hole, that is me
The dead are rolling over
In this hole, thickening
Dirt shovelled over shoulders
I feel it in me, so overwhelmed
Oh this pressured centre rising
My life overturned, unfair the despair
All these scars keep ripping open
Peel me from the skin
Tear me from the rind
Does it make you happy now?
Tear meat from the bone
Tear me from myself
Are you feeling happy now?
Do you pull me up just to push me down again?
Does it make you happy?
Are you feeling happy?
Are you fucking happy, now that IÂ’m lost, left with nothing?
Does it make you happy?
Are you feeling happy?
Are you fucking happy, now that IÂ’m lost, left with nothing?