Below Ground
© 1996 Mind’s Eye  Words / Music: Steinhurst

Slowly I get to my feet, surely I can't be completely intact
Woozy, my thoughts oozing sluggishly through my head
Feels like I'm dead, last in line, winding and winding around
Till I come crashin' down

So I start digging my own hole
So I can lie down—below ground

Fighting the urge to pull the dirt in over my body so then I can rest
But I still won't be in peace
Cottonmouth and crunchy things hang in the corner of my eyes
Bloodshot brain, I can't do this again

Oh, no use complaining
But I still do—I need a six-foot hole

Dark and lonely, shivering, so cold… toss in a handful of petals… erase my soul, yeah

I'm in disarray, don't know the way to focus my eyes
Not knowing, and not caring, and not wondering why

Oh, no use complaining, but I still do—
I need a six-foot hole so I can lie down
Below ground