Nada!

In this hole, that is me, the dead are rolling over,
In this hole, thickening, dirt shoveled over shoulders
I feel it in me, so overwhelmed, on this pressure center rising,
My life overturned, unfair the desoair, all these scars keep ripping open.

In this hole, that is me, a life that's growing feeble,
In this hole, so limiting, the sun has set all darkens,
Buried underneath, hands slip off the wheel,
Internal pathway to contention.

In this hole, that is me, left whit a heart exhausted,
What's my release? What sets me free?
Do you pull me up just to push me down again?

Peel me from the skin, tear me from the rind,
Does it make you happy now?
Tear me from the bone, tear me from myself,
Are you feeling happy now?

Does it make you happy?
Are you feeling happy?
Are you fucking happy now that i'm lost left with
NOTHING?

"Happy?", Mudvayne