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 (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

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