| The lies, the weight
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| Deceit, decay
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| The lies, the weight
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| It's clear I lost my way
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| Deceit, decay
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| Decomposing
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| I thought I was an architect, but I was just moving dirt
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| Stacking mud over malice covered up, forming nothing but a pile of hurt
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| I hadn't been building (building)
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| The time was spent digging (digging)
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| Boring the barriers that kept others away (away)
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| The deeper the walls, the less anyone could hear (hear me fall)
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| So now I know there is no one else to blame
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| Buried alive inside of my own grave
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| And there's no one else to blame
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| Buried alive inside of my own grave
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| Inside of my own grave
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| Beneath my lies
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| Delusional enough to think I'd designed something great
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| Like a giant headstone inscribed to describe my shameful fate
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| I hadn't been building (building)
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| The time was spent digging (digging)
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| An ugly truth from which there was no way to escape (escape)
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| Nowhere left to hide and then finally forced to face what I'd become
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| Buried alive inside of my own grave (my grave)
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| And there's no one else to blame
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| Buried alive inside of my own grave (my grave)
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| What I'd become
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| Buried alive inside of my own grave
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| Beneath my pride, crushing me
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| Beneath my lies, collapsing
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| But we are still alive
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| We are still alive
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| Buried alive inside of my own grave
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| And there's no one else to blame
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| Buried alive inside of my own grave
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| My own grave
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| Buried alive inside of my own grave
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| And there's no one else to blame
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| The lies and the weight, I know I lost my way (my way)
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| What I'd become
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| Buried alive inside of my own grave (my grave)
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| And there's no one else to blame
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| Buried alive, buried alive
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| Finally forced to face what I'd become
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| What I'd become in my own grave
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| Buried in my own grave alive |