My Own Grave

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 of 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)

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)