I'd eat all the dirt in this yard for you And all the dogbones too if you asked me
Do you know the Smell of your own face? Will you eat the Will you eat the world? Gone to a place thats rotten Feast on whats in the way Going to an open, to a clearing The soil is sour and unforgiving We buried our guilt I think I left the shovel there Any sick brain Knows an unknown fellow Makes me think about things.
