the lies, the weight, deceit, decay the lies, the weight it’s clear i lost my way deceit, decay decomposing i thought i was an architect but i was just moving dirt stacking mud over malice covered-up forming nothing but a pile of hurt i hadn’t been building (building) the time was spent digging (digging) boring the barriers that kept others away (away) the deeper the walls the less anyone could hear (hear me) fall so now i know there is no one else to blame buried alive inside of my own grave and there's no one else to blame buried alive inside of my own grave inside of my own grave beneath my lies delusional enough to think i’d designed something great like a giant headstone inscribed to describe my shameful fate i hadn’t been building (building) the time was spent digging (digging) an ugly truth from which there was no way to escape (escape) nowhere left to hide and then finally forced to face what i’d become buried alive inside of my own grave (my grave) and there's no one else to blame buried alive inside of my own grave (my grave) what i’d become buried alive inside my own grave beneath my pride crushing me beneath my lies collapsing but we are still alive we are still alive buried alive inside of my own grave and there's no one else to blame buried alive inside of my own grave MY OWN GRAVE buried alive inside of my own grave and there's no one else to blame the lies and the weight, i know i lost my way (my way) what i’d become buried alive inside of my own grave (my grave) and there's no one else to blame buried alive… buried alive finally forced to face what i’d become what i’d become in my own grave (buried) in my own grave (alive)

Be the first to comment