Go ahead and dig your own grave
I'll be the first to shovel dirt in your face
If every lie you ever told
came true
Your devils, death, and nightmares
gas chambers and electric chairs
I'll just be glad that I'm not you.
your silver knife and that star you wear
You have your inverted cross to bare
you shouldn't play
with what you don't know
It's all healing and love
things below and things above
but you'll reap threefold what you sew
for the sacrilege that you have made
you'll trip and fall on your own blade
and throw away your chance to grow
with your , devils, death, and night mares,
gas chambers and electric chairs
In the mirror awaits your foe
So, go ahead and dig your own grave
with the profane sacrifice you gave
and all the wicked things you do
Wrong in each and every way
you missed the point
you've lost your way
Now you can't hear us calling you.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
Go ahead and dig your own grave
I'll be the first to shovel dirt in your face
If every lie you ever told
came true
Your devils, death, and nightmares
gas chambers and electric chairs
I'll just be glad that I'm not you.
your silver knife and that star you wear
You have your inverted cross to bare
you shouldn't play
with what you don't know
It's all healing and love
things below and things above
but you'll reap threefold what you sew
for the sacrilege that you have made
you'll trip and fall on your own blade
and throw away your chance to grow
with your , devils, death, and night mares,
gas chambers and electric chairs
In the mirror awaits your foe
So, go ahead and dig your own grave
with the profane sacrifice you gave
and all the wicked things you do
Wrong in each and every way
you missed the point
you've lost your way
Now you can't hear us calling you.
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