Dig Me

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It's here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor like tire irons toothy grills and car parts before me
The acid rain floods my floorboard, burns my pores, and rots my upholstry
Once I was worshipped, polished magnificently, now I lay in decay by the dirty angry bay

I'm ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't want to die in here
I'm ready to ride

My skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue
My body unhinged and sleeping in the jungle of motor block manifolds and metal relics
What was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty,
But this dead end demolishes the dream of an open highway

I'm ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't want to die in here
I'm ready to ride

Dig me... but don't... bury me

 

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