That fool who digs his own grave I'm still trying to find my way out And if its the long way I'll sleep in this bed I have laid
The kids have fallen on blades It's too late to figure out It's too late for babies to beg for their bed It's too late to ignore the storm up ahead It's too dark to see my way out Now all I can do about anything wrong is dig further down
Further down
And when we finally awake We'll burn our bodies on stakes A tower of ashes and sawdust will lay where our castles were made