Sterile Vision - Neurosis

Bury me in a shallow grave

So the rain will wash me away

And the sun will burn my soul

And the earth will feed on me

The earth must drink

My sour blood to breathe

My disease is caustic pain

I’m stumbling but I’m trying to say

That I’m crumbling away

In the corner you’ll find me

On the back of the bus

Sterile, sterile vision