trappin a skunk in a deep hole
down in the only pit i know
there ain't no room for another
when i'm in the doom don't wanna be bothered
trappin a skunk in a deep hole
down in a pit of my own yo
there ain't no room for another
better make tracks and find your own gutter

trappin all day and all night
down in the scrap it was frightening
whatever happens here stays
striking like chemical lightning
the sky is symphonically dull
made up greys and patches of darkness
caught in a demonic pull
pulling me down down to the heartless realm
down to the heartless zone
where there ain't nothing but me and the zombies
i don't mind being alone
i like my misery don't need no company
there ain't no company here
there's just an emptiness mimicing something
something i thought that i knew
now i'm dissolving into the goo

into the goo into the grime
into the mucus into the slime
into the puke into the spit
into the nuclear waste and the shit
into the garbage gathering mold
in the dirty ditch by the side of the road
into the toilet's bottomless bowl
into the sewer of the human soul

what have you sold for a moment of pleasure?
what will you give up to be numb?
will you throw away your only treasure?
and can you even see what you've become?

just like molassess they move
they don't start shufflin till the first dose hits
then when the drug hits the blood
the blood hits the brain
and then comes the real shit
the eyes roll back in the skull
body collapses under the pull
how can something so unholy
make you feel so truly whole?

there is a hole inside of every human being
deeper than the depths of the deepest well
there is a hole inside infinitely wide and
deep enough to lead you straight to hell

dimebags & dollars are the chains of our slave collars
tin foil blowtorch dreams of endless crystal halls
every alleyway i walk a hellhound always follows
skeleteon nails scratching pale stone cold walls
life and death pass between a lighter and a breath
death and life pass between a dealer and a pipe
who you gonna run to when the supply runs dry?
where you gonna be when the harvest is ripe

trappin a skunk in a deep hole
down in the only pit i know
there ain't no room for another
when i'm in the doom don't wanna be bothered
trappin a skunk in a deep hole
down in a pit of my own yo
there ain't no room for another
better make tracks and find your own gutter