The time has come, to bury this
And I’m holding on for life
Can’t pry my hand, can’t understand
I’m racing towards the end
Just another pawn distracted, and taken from the game
This tool of self destruction, and no one is saved
All of the time spent, digging my own grave
I have no name, my shackles gleam
Beneath fluorescent lights
No stopping now, carry on somehow
Another shovel load
Just another pawn extracted, it always ends the same
Raise up the arms of suffering, that we may enslave
All of the life spent, digging my own grave
The slow decline, from watershed
I will revive, and rise again
My body begs me for release
From this cold life there’s no relief
Give me uncertainty and dread
A shining example, of the darker days ahead
All of the time, again and again
All of the life digging my own grave
