You dig right in me Without a spoon of a hole And when I walk now, The wound has grown by the years
You kiss my brown eye Almost a shell of a man School haunts the children Which makes me sick till’ I die Sick till’ I die
Shame crowns the waste that falls from me Stark crawls the frame of used to be
You dig right in me The wound has grown by the years Home haunts the children Which makes me sick till’ I die
