Kompozytor: Layne Staley, Jerry Cantrell, Mike Inez, Sean Kinney
Kompozytor: Layne Staley, Jerry Cantrell, Mike Inez, Sean Kinney
Teksty
How the mind does shout for rest
When the body is shaken, yeah
Oh, this tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking
Oh Lord, is this a test?
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My god's a little sick
And he wants me crazy
Who
Are you
Who can say
It's okay to live through me?
Live to be
Part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine
Yeah
Was it something that I said?
Was it how they're breaking, yeah?
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
While your blood I'm taking
You
Spend me
Like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed
You feed
Your body is a temple
A dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling
Hoping for a small piece of sanity
That of which you can not give
Shit!
Individuality
Buying penance with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
Why the hell not take it?
Thieves
Parasites
Hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhorred
In self-worth
All that matters much to me, yeah
Jerry Cantrell, Layne Staley, Michael Inez, Sean Kinney