Bury your head in the dirt
See how it hurts
I'm sick and tired of the same old things
Buried people always sound the same
Face me in the light and in the sun
Hate me but you know I'm not the only one
I'm getting sick and tired of the new music philosophy
Where people think it's alright just to keep on just recycling
And I know we gotta hold on to all the walls in the halls of fame
But it's occured to me that every single song just sounds the same
And death is knocking at my door
If bigwigs use precision to go guide the next direction
But we have all been here before
If you bury truth in money then you're bound to lose the message now
Bury your head in the dirt
See how it hurts
Turn your blind eye from all the thirst
Then blame someone else first
Bury your head in the dirt
See how it hurts
Turn your blind eye from all the thirst
Then blame someone else first
Bury your head in the dirt
See how it hurts
Turn your blind eye from all the thirst
Then blame someone else first
Head down, hood up
My blood stopped pumping and I can't wake up
Got this current running through me but my heart won't spark
Nothing left behind, not even a mark
Got me stuck, with an IV
Watching from beside me, doctors cutting into me
Like a butcher at the slaughtering
Draining me alive
Keep me pretty for the autopsy
I'm six feet under
Keep it short at the eulogy
Face me in the light and in the sun
Hate me but you know I'm not the only one
I'm sick and tired of the same old things
Buried people always sound the same
Bury your head in the dirt
See how it hurts
Bury your head in the dirt
See how it hurts
Turn your blind eye from all the thirst
Then blame someone else first