It would be wrong to ask you why,
Because I know what goes inside.
Is only half of what comes out.
Isn`t that what it`s about?
It`s about to remind us we`re alive,
To remind us we`re not blind.
In that big, black hole,
Comfortable.
Digging the grave, I got it made.
Let something in, or throw something out.
You left the door open wide.
I know you have a reason why,
That knot is better left untied.
I just went and undid mine,
It takes some time.
And the shadow`s so big,
It takes the sun out of the day.
And the feeling goes away,
When you close the door.
Comfortable.
Digging the grave, I got it made.
Let something in, or throw something out.
You left the door open wide.
Digging the grave, I got it made.
Comfortable.
Digging the grave, I got it made.
Let something in, or throw something out.
You left the door open wide.
And it`s out of this world,
Covered in shit.
Out of this world,
Covered in shit.
Out of this world,
Covered in shit.
Out of this world,
Covered in shit.