Dead

in

the

dirt.

Leave

me

be.

Dead

in

the

dirt.

Now

I

breathe

the

air

that

the

de-

mons

breathe,

and

they

sing

to

me

so

don't

pull

me

up

from

the

bot-

tom,

the

filth.

I

need

to

stay.

I've

been

to

the

sur-

face.

Oh,

and

it's

just

pushed

me

a-

way.

Fur-

ther

from

grace.

What

a

dis-

gust-

ing

fuck-

ing

place

we've

carved

in-

to

the

land-

scape.

Stuffed

with

di-

sease

and

de-

cay.

Bleed-

ing

out

as

clear

as

day.

Hell

has

its

hooks

in

me.

So

bu-

ry

me

in

the

back

of

the

fo-

rest.

Down

in

the

mud,

I'll

find

my

peace.

Just

bu-

ry

me

in

the

back

of

the

fo-

rest,

and

don't

e-

ver

come

look-

ing

for

me.

Hell

has

its

hooks

in

me.

Hell

has

its

hooks

in

me.

Dead

in

the

dirt.

Leave

me

be.

Dead

in

the

dirt.

Now

I

breathe

the

air

that

the

de-

mons

breathe,

and

they

sing

to

me

(and

they

sing

to

me)

so

don't

pull

me

up.

I

need

to

stay.

I've

been

to

the

sur-

face,

and

it's

just

pushed

me

a-

way.

So

bu-

ry

me

in

the

back

of

the

fo-

rest.

Down

in

the

mud,

I'll

find

my

peace.

Just

bu-

ry

me

in

the

back

of

the

fo-

rest,

and

don't

e-

ver

come

look-

ing

for

me.

Ugh!

Hell

has

its

hooks

in

me.

Hell

has

its

hooks

in

me.