Dead Is Dead Lyrics

I'd rather give back to the dirt
mate with the trees that helped me breathe
taxiderm my remains and go on display
a sort of mantlepiece
fix, discomforting
taxiderm my remains and go on display
a second guess isn't divine reflex
I'm not looking for a hole in the sky
I'm looking for a hole in the ground
Hole in the ground
Not in the sky