Dirty Hole

Artists : VAST : Dirty Hole

I saw grave stones
I saw nine year old boys
Somehow I knew they hated me

You can live as long as you want to live
Lately all I want to be is in your hole
Sleep without a dream
As cold as it seems it's my destiny
How many men have been in your sacred hole

(How many dead men god?)

As I spread her thighs
My life flashes before my eyes
Soothing, disturbing
I'm intoxicated with fear

How many men have died?
In your dirty hole

How many men lay dead
From this killing hole