• This ground that we walk upon,
    Has been tainted by the choices that we have drawn,
    A mere reflection of our tomb.
    You have no right, to make me believe that there is no light,
    Scorching at my placid thoughts where there is hope.
    Bring me failure, and I'll bring to you perfection,
    But it's nowhere near the scourge or the lashing of your lies.

    Oh, which repulsion,
    Do you wish to cast me upon?
    Upon which tomb do you wish for me to dig?
    You know I will, I've done it before.
    Served my own death sentence hundreds upon hundreds of times.
    But do you have the passion to attain the same for me tonight?
    You see, passion's what you lack.
    I'm bound in the graves digging for solutions.
    Worked to the marrow for your questions that you won't solve.
    But still I dig.

    All the hopes and the dreams have been cast down through lies,
    And every coffin that I've dug has been another false truth breaking me.

    Rejoice,
    Answers grow into extinction,
    But most the questions have yet to be solved.
    Another night's end,
    My broken fingers have yet to be mended.
    Rejoice,
    Another night's end I haven't any help from your light above.

    My thoughts are stalked,
    I'm followed slowly by the nights dismal end and your glare at me above.
    I stumble on the ground, growing frantic for the peace of mind I deserve and the days quiet end.
    And as I turn, I shield my eyes,
    For the water they've produced has gone black and run dry.
    And I've dug up a crater as far as I can see,
    Searching for the answers to the questions that I seek.

    Nothing was as wonderful as the judgments that we'd made that came true,
    But the past is gone, we're at the solstice, I'm dead weight, and it's apparent,
    Let this world sink, let this hope sink through.


    The darkened and mourn filled pathway,
    Is burning with a slowly growing plague.
    My body grows cold and my mind turns dark.
    I look at you only to find darkness, whence I used to find light.
    A single, burning question plagues my mind,
    The burning question, What do you deserve?
    I'm gazing at a past relation to find love.
    When we all know it's at the center of the world.

    I'll dig this ******** up grave and say my, "I do's",
    I do accept my fate and fall into the grave I've dug,
    The lowest of the dead.
    To show you that I care, a promise that I will.
    I do accept this crater as my grave for burial,
    I do accept your wretched eyes, witness for what's to come.

    This ground that you walk upon,
    Has been tainted by the choices that we have drawn,
    A mere reflection of my tomb.