If you walk away you'll bury me
I would climb into a hole
Should I build a private cemetery

There should be no elaborate ceremony
Should I rise above it all
Did you know what to expect of me
I have carved my own headstone

You could spare me temporarily
I won't be around that long
Though opinions tend to vary
(you might be wrong)

Open ended, more than ready
Holding on to my regrets
Though I tend to have that tendency
But the hole is not filled yet

Information kills, the red tape high wire, systemated thrills
Our plate is overfilled, screwed loose until it leaks, life begins to spill
Passing through the fields of distant memories
It's all just a dream

Your conviction's slow but steady
Is my eviction notice ready?
My conviction's slow but steady
Is your eviction notice ready?