Sterile Vision

Bury me in a shallow grave
So the rain will
Wash me away
And the sun will burn my soul
And the earth will feed on me
The earth must drink my sour blood
To breathe

My disease is caustic pain
I'm stumbling but
I'm trying to say that I'm crumbling away
In the corner you'll find me
On the back of the bus
Sterile, sterile vision