I Can Be Afraid of Anything - The World Is a Beautiful Place/I Am No Longer Afraid to Die
I'm carrying a heavy bucket back from the well
Trembling hands and losing water losing my will
When we got home nothing was left but knots in the lease
Now I'm heading west or someplace far from the east
Cortisol and serotonin stable's a thrill
Anhedonia at the surface here I'm in hell
I'm carrying this empty bucket I wanna empty myself
Because everything is getting rid of everything else
Pacing parking lots ignored
We are the same but opposed
Something else is supposed to happen
You aren't having a good time anymore
Left in dust to carry myself
I really did dig my own hole and I'm climbing out
I really did dig my own hole but I can see the top
I'm climbing out
I really did dig my own hole I'm climbing out
I'm climbing out
You can smell life here what we call life above the ground
Hands stained dirty but there is water to wash them out
Being this age always seemed so far away
How is life here can we bring our trash outside the house
You can smell life here what we call life above the ground
Hands stained dirty but there is water to wash them out
Being this age always seemed so far away
How is life here can we bring our trash outside the house
You can smell life here what we call life above the ground
Hands stained dirty but there is water to wash them out
Being this age always seemed so far away
How is life here can we bring our trash outside the house
You can smell life here what we call life above the ground
Hands stained dirty but there is water to wash them out
Being this age always seemed so far away
To carry myself out
