Loose ends never tied on purpose
Never wanted my lungs to work
But I guess it\'s something I can\'t bring myself to end
Almost get aroused crawling through the mud and murk
All I wanted was for myself to stop talking
But I guess even I let myself down
The second and third and forth me all wanted the same thing
But maybe a hidden 5th couldn\'t let me drown
Only thing to come is a sore neck
Never an absence of recollection or memory
No matter how much dirt this shovel can carry
I can never bring it to bury the rest of me