It would be wrong to ask you why,
Because I know what goes inside
Is only half of what comes out
Isn't that what it's about?
It's about to remind us we're alive,
To remind us we're not blind
In that big, black hole,
Comfortable
Digging the grave, I got it made
Let something in, or throw something out
You left the door open wide
I know you have a reason why,
That knot is better left untied
I just went and undid mine,
It takes some time
And the shadow's so big,
It takes the sun out of the day
And the feeling goes away,
When you close the door
Comfortable
Digging the grave, I got it made
Let something in, or throw something out
You left the door open wide
Digging the grave, I got it made
Comfortable
Digging the grave, I got it made
Let something in, or throw something out
You left the door open wide
And it's out of this world,
Covered in shit
Out of this world,
Covered in shit
Out of this world,
Covered in shit
Out of this world,
Covered in shit