Sterile Vision

<br>Bury me in a shallow grave. So the rain will<br>wash me away. And the sun will burn my soul<br>and the earth will feed on me.<br>The earth must drink my sour blood<br>To breathe.<br>My disease is caustic pain. I`m stumbling but<br>I`m trying to say that I`m crumbling away.<br>In the corner you`ll find me. On the back of the bus.<br>Sterile, sterile vision