I feel the weight of these possessions pulling me under the surface
I can't breathe beneath the dirt
So what's the purpose?
Nothing I own makes this worth living under your thumb
I won't succumb to your self driven visions
All I am is a working hand
You could care less if I drown in the quicksand
I don't need anything to be happy
I should be at home
Instead I'm out here all alone
While you sit at this throne of bones
F*ck your money and greed
And this pile of treasure I'm buried beneath
I already have all that I need
I know if you want to grow a tree
It all starts with planting the seed
If you want to find me you know where I'll be
I don't need anything to be happy
I feel the weight of these possessions pulling me under the surface
I can't breathe beneath the dirt
So what's the purpose?
Nothing I own makes this worth living under your thumb
I won't succumb to your self driven visions
I don't need anything to be happy