Dig your grave
Tip it back of a decanter aged
Past, present, set future
Cover the mask, forget the others
Voice of reason doubts
To be or not your fault
Fallen in deep, so dig
Dig the hole deep
Devil in disguise
Trouble is the name
Your fallen demise
Forge hope the faith
Of never considered reality
In the depths of your insanity
Bloom above, above the
Grave dug deep
Fight or flight
Test of trust in self
In shared want of touch
Needed not heeded in
A reality of pipe filled dreams
Like rainfall and sunshine
Dig the hole deep
Bloom above the shrine.
