Working Out the Graves

Lay me down here, I've already dug my grave
I'm ready... I'm not living anyway
I die in silence-I'm killing to tell the truth
You destroy to meet your needs
I'm dying to speak to you

No way out no way out and you are more alive than me
No way out no way out

I open my eyes to see
Your darkness surrounds me
Diseased by your own hand, wretched man
You crowd the shadows of this tomb I occupy
Leave me this your disease - I despise your passivity

No way out no way out the soul is mine
And I've burned it already it's dead and it's empty
No way out no way out

I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON MY SIDE OF THE SWORD

Lay me down here, I've already dug my grave
I'm ready... I'm not living anyway
I die in silence-I'm killing to tell the truth
You destroy to meet your needs
I'm dying to speak to you

I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON MY SIDE OF THE SWORD

But this is where it ends
Laying down my sword
Bowing down my head
I'm empty. I'm weary. I'm disappearing

I wear this armour (mask) to hide me away from you
It's silver and white and it's melding into my bones
Into my bones, into my bones

I've got this darkness in me no way out
You need something I can't see no way out
So unattached and unafraid
I am a child of rage
I am a child of rage