Page 48 - Written Feelings

6 feet under

Take me down, oh burry me
6 feet under, call it home
A happy and merry me
Is a my body in a tomb

a hatchet right to the head
Or a bullet to the heart
Stab me while I lie in bed
And cut my body apart

Drink my blood and eat my flesh
Take my brain and smash it down
Stomp the pile that is meshed
Moving both your feet around

Paint the room with all the pieces
Make an masterpiece and sell it
Maybe then I'll know what peace is
Or at least a way to spell it