| always followed faith blind since my birth
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| but the weight of the world knocked me back to earth
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| lies to win, money, fame, power, and sin
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| fight to the top to begin again
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| tough to the touch but i’m not indestructible
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| my face is just a front for my weakness inside
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| and i can try to run, try to lie and i’ll try to hide
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| but you can’t bury what’s already buried inside
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| you can’t bury what’s already buried inside
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| still in this purgatory after all of this time
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| I won’t go digging for a conscience i know doesn’t exist
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| i’ve made my bed, i’ve dug my grave and now i’ll lie in it
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| i can’t face these demons that i face everyday
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| but the choices that i’ve made left me nowhere to turn
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| ghosts — outside my door
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| i can’t let these apparitions anymore
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| now im falling back
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| into my ways
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| judging souls
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| thou shall not pass
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| one more prayer to save my soul, i will not fold
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| I march alone again, death still my only friend
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| he stands beside me, he guides me toward the light
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| I march alone again toward the other side
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| you can’t bury what’s already buried inside |