Six Feet Under

Fill my body full of toxins I’m all out of options My heart will soften Throw me in a coffin Your knife will be the final blow For me to go I will die slow Or maybe I will grow From this experience I will be victorious I will prevail I will not fail I’m already six feet under I am not a jumper I can’t satisfy my hunger For the end I’m staring the devil in his face I’m in his headspace Running in place Playing his bass I won’t get knocked down I will not wear a frown I will be grinning While I’m winning This fight with him Then I will throw his bass Right in the bin I will pin Him to the ground Then he will be the one That gets drowned In gasoline I will be keen I will never die I won’t cry I will wave goodbye