[yea whatever] put me back in my holeshovel dirt on my chest
I want the roots through my skull
let the embryo rest
straight from the womb to the grave
rebury me where everything is dark
where everything is just how it ought to be
covering me sleeping underneath
needing only peace from light
I think I'm going to be sick
I blew my heart in my hand
I wiped my hand on my pants
I put my head on a stick
straight from the womb to the grave
rebury me where everything is dark
where everything is just as it ought to be
covering me sleeping underneath
needing only peace from light
I'm like a little white worm
that crawled out of the peat
I need the cool of the earth
to drain my living heat
straight from the womb to the grave
