Dig Your Own Grave

There are thousands of people as far as the eyes can see;

you can sense the suffering as you draw near

Standing before them you can see the pain in their eyes

It breaks the mind and weighs on the heart

Standing before them you can see the pain in their eyes

In their eyes now we are wading through this sea of souls

The smell of rotten flesh brings me to my knees

Now they gather, to march on to the grave

With shovels in their hands, with death in their eyes

Longing for a time of peace, longing just to die and the heavens cry

Tears fall like rain from the legions of angels weeping in pain

As they dig their own grave

They dig their own graves by the life they lived and the choices they made

Dig their own graves by choices they made; now it's too late

The bridge has been destroyed

Now we are wading through this sea of souls

The smell of rotten flesh lets me see