Let it roll on down the hill

Another one down, how many killed?

I don't know my way out of here

I don't want to fake all my fears

Don't count on me, don't count on me to be fruitful

Don't count on me, don't count on me to be useful always

Let him roll one, taking a pill

Heavy minded, spare the guilt

I don't want the taste of my tongue

I don't want to waste all my time

Don't count on me, don't count on me to be fruitful

Don't count on me, don't count on me to be useful always

I don't know my way for my time

I don't want to taste all my fear

I don't want to fake my tongue

I don't want my waste out of here

Don't bury me