CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Dig Yourself a Grave
So how you want it?
Let yourself drown, lock yourself away
How you want it?
Demons underground make you feel the same
So how you want it?
Squirmin' like a worm suckin' on your prey
How you want it?
Time to meet the earth, dig yourself a grave
Disdain for all this [?] always on some island
This ain't no cautious rhyming question if the lord is biased
This is the rope, your diamond [?] tape across your eyelids
For every fortune five [?] and who would think "Oh golly"
My demons haunt me, my brethren lost me, my fingers softly
I've seen them dropping, [?] stopping don't think I got me
I got the shovel that's ready, born to stab with machetes
Society lets me die, sobriety
So how you want it?
Let yourself drown, lock yourself away
How you want it?
Demons underground make you feel the same
So how you want it?
Squirmin' like a worm suckin' on your prey
How you want it?
Time to meet the earth, dig yourself a grave
I got a bottle of gin, I'ma swallow a ten
Throughout all the mix I shout it, do it all through the keg
I loosen the [?], I don't think I'm using again
My [?] has got me feeling stupid and then
I will rob into the kitchen, my reflection in the [?]
Can barely fit descriptions on my face, is this the [?]
Maybe things will get better, I don't think I will let her
I'll keep digging forever, 'til this sh*t is much better
So how you want it?
Let yourself drown, lock yourself away
How you want it?
Demons underground make you feel the same
So how you want it?
Squirmin' like a worm suckin' on your prey
How you want it?
Time to meet the earth, dig yourself a grave
So how you want it?
Dig yourself a grave, dig yourself a grave
How you want it?
Dig yourself a grave, dig yourself a grave
So how you want it?
Heavy and groggy, messages foggy
Dance on my coffin, lord I'll be better at morning
(It's like) And I'm sorry, seven o'clock is end of this all
Ready I'm rockin', ready like [?]
(It's like) F**k this America, f**k the hysteria
F**k the establishment, f**k the parents, don't want me around
(It's like) motion sickness, notion to stigmas
and no one will listen
It's like
Let yourself drown, lock yourself away
How you want it?
Demons underground make you feel the same
So how you want it?
Squirmin' like a worm suckin' on your prey
How you want it?
Time to meet the earth, dig yourself a grave
Disdain for all this [?] always on some island
This ain't no cautious rhyming question if the lord is biased
This is the rope, your diamond [?] tape across your eyelids
For every fortune five [?] and who would think "Oh golly"
My demons haunt me, my brethren lost me, my fingers softly
I've seen them dropping, [?] stopping don't think I got me
I got the shovel that's ready, born to stab with machetes
Society lets me die, sobriety
So how you want it?
Let yourself drown, lock yourself away
How you want it?
Demons underground make you feel the same
So how you want it?
Squirmin' like a worm suckin' on your prey
How you want it?
Time to meet the earth, dig yourself a grave
I got a bottle of gin, I'ma swallow a ten
Throughout all the mix I shout it, do it all through the keg
I loosen the [?], I don't think I'm using again
My [?] has got me feeling stupid and then
I will rob into the kitchen, my reflection in the [?]
Can barely fit descriptions on my face, is this the [?]
Maybe things will get better, I don't think I will let her
I'll keep digging forever, 'til this sh*t is much better
So how you want it?
Let yourself drown, lock yourself away
How you want it?
Demons underground make you feel the same
So how you want it?
Squirmin' like a worm suckin' on your prey
How you want it?
Time to meet the earth, dig yourself a grave
So how you want it?
Dig yourself a grave, dig yourself a grave
How you want it?
Dig yourself a grave, dig yourself a grave
So how you want it?
Heavy and groggy, messages foggy
Dance on my coffin, lord I'll be better at morning
(It's like) And I'm sorry, seven o'clock is end of this all
Ready I'm rockin', ready like [?]
(It's like) F**k this America, f**k the hysteria
F**k the establishment, f**k the parents, don't want me around
(It's like) motion sickness, notion to stigmas
and no one will listen
It's like
