There's a story of a man
Who sold the world, right out the palm of his hand
Every night, they went and came
Came to fix, all the fuck-ups he made
Don't go and hide your mess
Don't go and dig your own grave
Don't try to fight the test
Don't go and dig your own grave
Once again, he felt the storm
The deeds of dreams, that had formed
The wrath that built, the light that followed
The angry nights, oh and the dreams of old
Don't go and hide your mess
Don't go and dig your own grave
Don't try to fight the test
Don't go and dig your own grave
Don't go and hide your mess
Don't go and dig your own grave
Don't try to fight the test
Don't go and dig your own grave
Don't go and dig your own grave
Don't go and dig your own grave
Don't go and dig your own grave
Don't go and dig your own grave