The lies, the weight It's clear I've 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 my own grave And there is no one else to blame Buried alive inside 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've become