Keep trying To dig the sun it's grave While I grow The goals of a slave These machines and simpler pimps don't need you Won't haunt you And just might eat you Like any girl, shrink, shark, art, dark, heart, marked start will do.. To you, and whom…ever you choose… I wanna fall, till I forget on a field of blooming knives And I de-scar, and fall till I forget what baseball cards are… Who's your inspiration, a girl or just another god, or dead philosopher What you got You got a she you can keep… No… but I am believed… Keep trying to dig the sun its grave With a shovel or substance To light up the coal that you love with Or do I only describe my own numbness… Keep trying to dig the sun its grave With your ice Your ice all over me And This chest full of ice Is so not tight