Keep Digging

Help me this time

I'm really dying

or maybe I mean leave me

if my weight be dead

Breathe in Babylon

brokered from bad

endings on mountaintops

Help me here's a shovel

Keep digging you'll

find me still deeper

sprouting roots in the

need for a getaway driver

No bang bang for me

I'm sang to by blades

Slice their air and punks

run off to protect

their face

Help me there's a

stroke-riddled demon

in the kitchen

clinking together

the plates

If it's all in my head

like everyone claims

how come they

chip and break