Nuclear Saturday Dig Your Own Grave Sucka'
Buried alive;
you dedicate your life
to digging your own grave.
Six feet deep in insecurity.
There’s nothing left to save.
Chorus:
Where does the secret end,
And the lie begin I want to know…
Who’s in control? (Control!)
You can’t look away.
So riveting,
derivative
of everything these days.
So why keep an open mind,
Grab a shovel get in line.
Your pulse is beating out of time.
A simple rhythm plays inside your head
Somehow you lost the beat.
It brought you here instead.
That broken record drags inside of you.
Says, “Everything will be ok.
Shut your mouth and look away.”
Chorus
Stop making sense,
Cause I’ll have noone of it.
I’m better off.
Deceit swallows you whole.
