Working Out The Graves - Crisis

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