• "Six Feet"

    If I were to end it all,
    who would care?
    If I were to dig my grave,
    who would stare?
    no, you would probably all
    help to fill it in.
    The cold ground holds me
    Six Feet from Living Men.

    It all comes clear to me
    as I lie down here.
    There is no one, no one to stop
    and wipe away my tears.
    So instead of being what I'm not,
    my soul caves in to sin.
    Down,
    Down,
    They'll lower me.
    Six Feet from Living Men.