Grave Digger - Matt Maeson

I can’t run to you, father

I need love

I can’t talk to you, mother

I know it’s got you caught up

But your sweet sinless sensation is not my style

And I’m not givin' up

But tell me if I run away, how long will I bleed?

So, tell me if I run away, how long will I bleed?

Colors blend

They’re all black and white

Goddamn it, I cannot bend

I’m all shriveled inside

But your sweet sinless sensation is not my style

And I’m not givin' up

But tell me if I run away, how long will I bleed?

So, tell me if I run away, how long will I bleed?

Ain’t no point in tryna pick me up when I’m down

Yeah, you can stick out your hand

And you can lean towards the ground

I’ll be tryna suck all of the liquid out the dirt

Tryna catch a curve, digging my own grave!

Ooh, mama

I’ll be tryna suck all of the liquid out the dirt

Tryna catch a curve, digging my own grave!

Ooh, mama

But your sweet sinless sensation is not my style

And I’m not givin' up

But tell me if I run away, how long will I bleed?

So, tell me if I run away, how long will I bleed?