How the mind does shout for rest
When the bodies shaken, yeah
Oh, the tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking
Lord, is this a test
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My God's a little sick
And he wants me crazy
Who are you, who can say
It's okay to live through me?
Live to be part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine, yeah
Was it something that I said?
Was it how they're breakin', yeah
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
While your blood I'm taking
You spend me like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed, you feed
The body is a temple, a dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling for a small piece of sanity
Of which you can not give, shit
Individuality
Buying pennies with my soul
And a little heaven spent
While the hell I'm taking
Thieves, parasites, hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhorred in self-worth
All that matters much to me, yeah
- :
- Hollow (Single)
- The Devil Put Dinosaurs Here
- Black Gives Way To Blue
- Music Bank
- MTV Unplugged
- Heroin
- Jar Of Flies
- Alice In Chains
- Dirt
- Miscellaneous
- Facelift
- 1989 Demo Tape
- Non-Album Releases
- Bleed the Freak (Remastered) [Live At La Reina, Sheraton...
- Live
- Nothing Safe - The Best Of The Box
- MTV Unplugged 3 (International Version)
- Sea Of Sorrow (Live)
- Savage Messiah
- Man in the Box