| i don't mind lying in a pasture grey watching me are birds of prey helpless on my back i lay what could i do to escape i cannot move in this state birds of prey my mind have raped i don't mind lying there the grasses grow birds see me and now i know flocks of death begin to show feathers amassed in my head my skin i have slowly shed did not feel pain as i bled i don't mind dirt so heavy on my face clay and mud defy disgrace rock and sand grind me to waste buried here is really nice all the dirt is in my eyes not a sould can hear my cries have i cried no just died as my body loses blood earthworms swimming in the flood while it's seeping in the mud dirt in my mouth and it's dry dirt on my legs as i lie dirt in my eyes i know why have i cried no just died i don't mind |