I’ve been walking over graves
Carving out the headstone that I own,
my own.
I’m like a monster in a cage,
Trapped inside a maze.
I am home, I’m home
I’m here and gone, I’m dead and done.
I know there’s nothing I can change
And I regret the things I didn’t say,
I resent how I walked away.
Now I’m digging my own grave,
Now I’m digging my own,
digging my own grave.
Is there peace beyond the rage?
Tell me, where this truly all went wrong, way wrong?
I’ve been walking through the graves
Dancing with the lonely and the strong,
so strong
I’m here and gone, I’m dead and done.
I know there’s nothing I can change
And I regret the things I didn’t say,
I resent how I walked away.
Now I’m digging my own grave,
Now I’m digging my own,
digging my own grave.
Digging my, digging my own grave,
I know there’s nothing I can change
And I regret the things I didn’t say,
I resent how I walked away.
Now I’m digging my own grave,
Now I’m digging my own,
digging my own grave.
Is there peace beyond rage?
‘Cause I’ve been digging my own,
digging my own grave.