Uh, my life. Every once and awhile I think I want to actually make good music, but I never seem to be able to finish any of it. Never reaching my potential or meeting expectations--in anything--which is pretty much what the song is about. Mouthfull of dirt? How about an earful of depression?
Lyrics
I've got a mouthfull of dirt,
and I don't want to live forever.
My only lover, Mortality,
we embrace and kiss so gently.
I've got a mouthfull of dirt
and everyday I get more, I get more, I get more.
It gets shoved into my face.
This is my, this my, this is my state.
