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