Diggin’ down in the dirt.
Sweat it out til it doesn’t burn.
In the dark it can hear when I breathe
and now it’s closing in on me.
It’s getting louder now. Don’t make another sound.
I can feel it coming alive.
It’s getting closer now. It’s gonna run me down.
Take me to my grave, save me.
I can feel it coming alive.
Chain me to my cage, save me.
I can feel it coming alive.
Trying to feel, trying to heal, trying to kill the disease,
picking flesh, picking bone from between my teeth.
No sleep when you run with the beasts
and now they’re closing in on me.
It’s killing me slow.
I can feel it coming alive from the inside out.
compositores: Trenton Woodley
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