Released: June 8, 1993
Songwriter: Mike Inez Sean Kinney Jerry Cantrell Layne Staley
Producer: Andy Wallace Alice in Chains
How the mind does shout for rest
When the body's shaking, 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 okay 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
Your body is a temple, a dormant altar to where
Infantile men lie around itching and nibbling
For a small piece of sanity of which you can not give
Shit!
Individuality
Buying penance with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
Why the hell not take it?
Thieves, parasites hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhorred in self-worth
All that matters much to me
When the body's shaking, 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 okay 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
Your body is a temple, a dormant altar to where
Infantile men lie around itching and nibbling
For a small piece of sanity of which you can not give
Shit!
Individuality
Buying penance with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
Why the hell not take it?
Thieves, parasites hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhorred in self-worth
All that matters much to me