Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing

I would love to beat the face,
Of any mother [bad word] that's thinkin' they can change me,
White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold,
If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother [bad word]  mold,
I'm drowning in your wake [bad [bad word] in my face
Teething on concrete
Gums bleeding

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing

I [bad word] in violated space,
Sell out [bad word] in the biz that try to [bad word] me,
Hang from their T's rated P.G. insight,
I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothing to buy
I'm livid in my space [bad word] in my face [bad word] you while you try
To [bad word] me

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was you ain't [bad word]  changing me

Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock against your head
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock against your head,
Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs
Get on the plank [bad word] 
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing
Wish you [bad word] Suicide suckin' on a mother [bad word]  tailpipe
Dead man walking on a tight rope
Limbless in the middle of a channel bomb's away