and again I taste this dirt
I don't want to sleep tonight
I do not care what is right
don't want to face the day
when all my dreams they will burn away
Maybe If I'd been a better father
maybe If I'd been a better man
then maybe I wouldn't be standing
in this empty house like I am
and I can't, escape the taste of dirt
hit me where it hurts
echoing the pain you hide, behind your lies
chorus
and I crawl, crawl upon my knees
begging god to please, give me room to breathe
and I feel it fading, I feel it fade away
as I crawl, cause this world tastes like dirt
tastes like dirt
plauged by your reluctance to accept
the world as it swirls arround on down
emotional recluse, closing out the truth
in denial of the meaning of that deafening sound
singing "better man" in your sleep
counting broken hearts instead of sheep
i wish i could understand
the ways you justify yourself
Am I worth your life
Am I good enough
Would you let go of your rope
and fall into my arms
I'm not good enough
Even though I died for you
you let go of the rope
and let me die
