WILLING TO DIG YOUR GRAVE,WITH A TEASPOON.ALL THE DIRT ON EARTH CAN NOT HIDE,WHERE YOU`VE TAKEN ME.
REMOVE THE MEMORY,THAT YOU EVER CARED,I KNOW IT WAS NEVER REALLY YOU.
2# FACE BOOK,HAS ME BY THE THROAT.MY HANDS ARE TIED TO THE KEYBOARD,AND THERE IS NOTHING THERE BUT A PLASTIC COAT ,TO KEEP ME WARM,IN MY COLD GRAVE ,I DUG,SPENDING MY NIGHTS,SPEAKING ABOUT THE THINGS,THAT DON`T MATTER.YOU NEVER MEANT,WHAT YOU THREW AT MY MIND,IT WAS JUST DIRTY WATER.
3# TAKE YOUR EYES OFF ME,TAKE THEM AWAY,YOU NEVER LOOK AT ME,EXCEPT WHEN YOU NEED SOME PAIN.
4#WHY AM I STUCK HERE,DRIFTING INTO OBLIVION,THIS EARTH IS JUST A DIRT BALL,SAILING AROUND,OTHER LOST WORLDS,NEVER FOR A REASON,NEVER FOR ANYTHING,BUT DARKNESS,TO MOVE FROM NOWHERE TO NOWHERE,ALONE,AND THEN BURN OUT.
credits
from Giving Birth To Death LP,
released April 15, 2013
Lyrics by Peter Frankenstein. Music composition and performance by Dana Young