Crisis 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 but this is where it ends laying down
my sword bowing down my head i'm empty. i'm weary. i'm disappearing. I THOUGHT
YOU WERE ON MY SIDE OF THE SWORD i wear this armour (mask) to hide me away from
you it's silver and white and it's melding 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
