Dead In The Dirt
pitch black tomb
I keep them in a hole
A hole in my chest
Staring out like prisoners
They are restless and tired of look for my soul
I stare into the hole, the hole stares back
I keep them in a hole
A hole in my chest
Staring out like prisoners
They are restless and tired of look for my soul
I stare into the hole, the hole stares back