You Had to Dig It Up

Why won't you run from me? I've killed your family I've done everything I can To make you hate me To make you lose your bones Your bones, your bones are all that I can see The dead come over Heads roll over Stomach ache The wind is blowing Troubles going far too down And it seems like I'm far too gone now Why won't you run? Why won't you run? Come and leave me buried here I'm holding on, but I'm barely here now Now, I'm going down Now, I'm going down