Lyrics Grave Digging - Voices From The Fuselage

Grave Digging

I saw you break
Right in front of me
After all these years of my humility
Out in the open for all of the world to see
These lies
You fed me so strategically
For me to fall for — such a flagrant crime
(You're running out of time)
Dress me in my well-worn shame
For being me — do not forsake
The fool I’ve been, written on my face
Point the finger for the blame
Digging me my own grave
I feel such shame
When you look at me
When surrounded by my oblivion
To all of the things you have done to the third party
This pain — the end will meet the means
Then you’ll be nothing short of a memory
But right now
I’m holding back on my anger
I’m crying at every slander
I’m seething under the surface
I’m hanging on the precipice
If watching you with such scrutiny
Is as easy as you tell me
How could this go unnoticed?
I’m through with you and your clenched fists
(I'm through with all your betrayals ample
Consider yourself dismissed)
Dress me in my well-worn shame
For being me — do not forsake
The fool I’ve been, written on my face
Point the finger for the blame
Digging me my own grave
I spent so long wasting my time
On all these things that aren’t worthwhile
I grabbed at straws, in denial
Serves me right
(You're running out of time)
Dress me in my well-worn shame
For being me — do not forsake
The fool I’ve been, written on my face
Point the finger for the blame
Digging me my own grave
(I saw you break
Right in front of me
After all these years of my humility
Out in the open for all of the world to see)