Grip solid earth
Grasping for the branch that's reaching down
Can't get a hold of myself
I'm spiralling
Making mistakes
Bipolar bear's attacking me, yea
Forcing my mind
I'm happy now where I am standing
Choking down
The buckets of soil
Poured in my mouth
I can't wait
To be part of the ground again
Grip solid earth
Grasping for the branch that's reaching down
Can't get a hold of myself
I'm spiralling
Making mistakes
Bipolar bear's attacking me, yea
Forcing my mind
I'm happy now where I am standing
Choking down
The buckets of soil
Poured in my mouth
I can't wait
To be part of the ground again
Choking down
The buckets of soil
Poured in my mouth
I can't wait
To be part of the ground again
Choking down
The buckets of soil
Poured in my mouth
I can't wait
To be part of the ground again
Choking down
The buckets of soil
Poured in my mouth
I can't wait
To be part of the ground again