Dig (Instrumental) (исполнитель: Mudvayne)
I would love tobeat 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 up to 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 dangling from a tight rope Limbless in the middle of a channel bob away