You ripped me out of the ground
You ripped me out of it
Put me down again, I was better dead
I was suffocating on the words I never said
I feel a shovel break inside
I see the morning light and wonder why
You ripped me out of the ground
When I awoke, rigor mortis cold
I look at my surroundings, I don't see another soul
The sky is tourmaline and amethyst and gray
A beautiful decay
Put my grave back down
I know that you hate the way that sounds
I'm just sick of nightmares and minor chords
And chills down your spinal cord
Five years of trying for an end
You ripped me out of the ground
You ripped me out of it
I see the cemetery gates
Surrounded by the desolate that I could never save
What made you rip me out of the ground?
I see the street, silhouettes appear
I feel a combination of hysteria and fear
I feel a pulse in my heart like a tremor
I start to remember it all
Put my grave back down
I know that you hate the way that sounds
I'm just sick of nightmares and minor chords
And chills down your spinal cord
Five years of trying for an end
You ripped me out of the ground
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One of the silhouettes lingers and gestures for me to approach
My rigid movements seem like histrionics, but still I feel tired and cold
It shows me a stone mausoleum where candles are glowing inside
Inscribed on the walls are the words that describe every failure I've known in my life
But I don't see an epitaph, I don't see a name on display
I turn around to question that, but the silhouette had faded away
The past is just a monument and I used to think it would kill me
I put a grave on top of it, but every October I still see
Nothing short of nightmares
The sky seems closer now
I still see those terrors in the night
And I'm haunted by hindsight and ghosts I couldn't drown
I still feel those skeletons creeping inside of my head
In every epilogue I've read, seems like they never find the end
I wish I could hold it together, October forever
I'm part of it now
We're five years down
We're five years down
We're five years down
We're five years down
We're five years down
Nothing short of nightmares
The sky seems closer now
I still see those terrors in the night
And I'm haunted by hindsight and ghosts I couldn't drown
I still feel those skeletons creeping inside of my head
In every epilogue I've read, seems like they never find the end
Wish I could hold it together, October forever
I'm part of it now
We're five years down