my own grave

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

the time was spent digging

boring the barriers that kept others away

the deeper the walls the less anyone could hear 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

the time was spent digging

an ugly truth from which there was no way to escape

nowhere left to hide and then finally forced to face what i'd become

buried alive inside of my own grave

and there's no one else to blame

buried alive inside of my own 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

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

what i'd become

buried alive inside of my own 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

in my own grave