From the album Keep Me Fed
This is a total power flip. Someone who kept crawling back gets buried by the person they kept hurting. The song treats getting even like a funeral, and she is both the mourner and the one holding the shovel.
What if I'm selfish? / Everyone else is / You're not a product of God, quit telling yourself this
She kills the self-justification immediately. The 'what if' only lasts two words before she shuts down the moral high ground. The God line is aimed at someone who uses righteousness as cover.
Lost love and the art of pretending / Digging your grave, is that what you were intending?
The metaphor flips from abstract to literal in one line. First it's emotional theater, then she is literally describing burial. The question sounds genuine but it is pure mockery.
What you gonna say when you're choking on my name? / 'Cause it's over / Six-feet deep
Choking on someone's name is suffocation by reputation. The thing that keeps coming up in your throat is the person you wronged. Six feet deep makes rejection permanent, geological.
Prodigal son, yeah, I know you felt this / Feeding your pride, put your ego where your mouth is
Prodigal son is a biblical callback to someone who leaves and expects welcome when they return. She sees through the cycle. The mouth line weaponizes the cliché, daring him to actually back up the posturing.
We're all seeing black now / Meet your maker and bow down / But you pray to your God till you're chewed up and spat out
Black could be death or just the refusal to see him anymore. The God language keeps returning because his self-image depends on being untouchable. She makes prayer look pathetic instead of noble.
The song treats revenge like a burial service. She is not just done, she is the officiant at his funeral. What makes it land is how literal the death metaphor gets while the actual crime stays vague. You never learn what he did. You just know he is underground now.