Happy?

Mudvayne, 2007

In this hole, that is me

The dead are rolling over

In this hole, thickening

Dirt shovelled over shoulders

I feel into me, so overwhelmed

All this pressures sent arising

My life overturned, unfair the despair

All these scars keep ripping open

Peel me, from the skin

Tear me, from the rind

Does it make you happy now?

Tear meat from the bone

Tear me, from myself

Are you feeling happy now?

In this hole, that is me

A life that's growing feeble

In this hole, so limiting

The sun that's settle darkens

Buried underneath, hands slip off the wheel

Internal pathways to contention

Peel me, from the skin

Tear me, from the rind

Does it make you happy now?

Tear me, from the bone

Tear me, from myself

Are you feeling happy now?

Happy?

Happy?

Are you feeling happy?

In this hole, that is me…