Dirt

From the dirt we were made. In the dirt we have stayed. We were given a map And from the path we have strayed. We loudly complain Every time we are hurt And yet, for some reason We all still stay in the dirt. From the dirt we were made. In the dirt we have played. We have all heard the voice Of Edward Hyde and obeyed. And we wear every sin Like it’s our favorite shirt, Enjoying each minute As we all play in the dirt. The prayers that we have prayed, The wages we are paid, They will fade in the end… They will fade. With the ease we revert We’d best be on alert For we live in the dirt… We live in the dirt… We all long to be saved From mistakes we have made. Will we fade in the end? Will we fade? We are quite the expert In reliving each hurt For we live in the dirt… We live in the dirt… From the dirt we were made. In the dirt we’ll be laid. As we exit the light And sink down into the shade. We just wink at our past With our future we flirt But it all fades away As we’re all laid in the dirt.