It can kill us and claw us
and destroy the walls we built so high,
the ones to surround the grave
we dug deep into our hearts and heads,
The place where we burried our lives and pain
along with our hopes and dreams.
I was always told:
"A day will come when you need them back;
when you need your pain to wear like armour
and your life to give to another,
you'll need the hope to blind out the night
and your dreams to make you live forever"
I never believed it.
I still don't believe it.
But today I'll drag every stone from the walls of my sacred fort,
raze the prison to it's bloodied knees
in the names of gods and men
I'll dig tooth
until I bleed
and the dirt of my sins
are one with me
Because no one deserves to be alone
in their sorrows
and no one ever thinks there's another soul lost in a pit,
So I'll find my box filled with it's troubles
and lend it to them,
I'll give them all of me,
and show them where I came from,
to show them what I am now