Little Bitter Lyrics

by Alice In Chains

How the mind does shout for rest
When the bodies shaken, 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 breakin', 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

The body is a temple, a dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling for a small piece of sanity
Of which you can not give, shit

Individuality
Buying pennies with my soul
And a little heaven spent
While the hell I'm taking

Thieves, parasites, hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhorred in self-worth
All that matters much to me, yeah