I Like You - One Track Mind

In this hole, that is me, the dead are rolling over.

In this hole, thickening, dirt shoveled over shoulders.

I feel it in me, so overwhelmed, oh this pressured center rising!

My life overturned, unfair the despair, all these scars keep ripping open!

Peel me, from the skin!

Tear me, from the rind!

Does is make you happy now?

Tear meat, from the bone!

Tear me, from myself!

Are you feeling happy now?