Feel a pain so cold under the skin As I dig the grave to bury these sins Taste a misery so real that purity stains Obsession with a thrill that possesses my veins
Reveling in depravity As I drown in the agony The entrance to nothingness The eternal winter that's blacker than death
I walk in a void in the absence of magnificence A pitch black misery of malevolence Visions of tomorrow becoming irrelevant When the plethoras of demise have become a feeling of decadence
Oh the old familiar shame I buried all the pain away in the ashes and grey Drifting out and astray I dug the grave The empty hole that keeps what's saved And now I know that it's misanthropy that's killing me
Digging the grave The sickness is tightening Digging the grave The sickness is tightening
Digging the grave The sickness is tightening Digging the grave The sickness is tightening
Purify these stains Digging the grave That possess my veins Digging the grave
