A Little Bitter — Alice In Chains

How the mind does shout for rest When the bodies shaken, yeah Oh the tightness in my chest Still your leaves i'm raking

Lord is this a test Was it fun creating, yeah? My god's a little sick And he wants me crazy

Who Are you Who can say It's ok to live through me?

Live to be Part of me You're a wrinkled magazine Yeah

Was it something that i said? Was it how they're breaking, yeah I'm so selfish, paying your rent While your blood i'm taking

You Spend me Like a tree Dirty dollar bills for leaves Dark in a sea Of my seeds And the tears on which you feed

You feed

The body is a temple A dormant alter To where infantile men lie around Itching and nibbling For a small piece of sanity Of which you can not give

Shit!

Individuality Buying pennies with my soul And a little heaven spent While the hell i'm taking

Thieves Parasites Hide from life You know they'll remember me

They are abhored In self-worth All that matters much to me