'98?

Got bad in me
Won't come out
It takes a whisper
To make a shout
Got bad in me
It fills me up
Ain't no room in me
Not even for a cup
Cup of coffee
With you in the sun
Warm and steaming
With cinnamon buns
Got bad in me
It hurts my mind
It keeps no record
Of what it finds

Burrow lower
Don't let the surface
Slow you down
Dig deep deeper
Don't let affliction
Make you crawl

Take your sorrows
Wield them like a sword
Take the speed bumps
And kill them with your Ford
I'm a Christian
They're all lions
They'd like to see me bleed
I'm a Jewboy
You're a Nazi
You use me for your need

Dig it deeper
It ain't shallow
It ain't no accidental hole

Dig dig further
Dig down deeper
It ain't a part
Until it's whole