Dig Me Testo

worshipped, polished magnificently, now I lay in decay by the dirty
angry bay. . .

I'm ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't wanna die in here
I'm ready to ride. . .

My skin is metallic now, no longer and elegant powder blue. . .my body
unhinged and sleeping in the jungle of motor block manifolds and metal
relics. . .what was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty,
but this dead end demolishes the dream of an open highway.

Dig me. . .but don't. . .bury me