As I Lay Dying My Own Grave

the lies, the weight, deceit, decay the lies, the weight its clear i lost my way deceit, decay decomposing i thought i was an architect but i was just moving dirt stacking mud over malice coveredup forming nothing but a pile of hurt i hadnt been building (building) the time was spent digging (digging) boring the barriers that kept others away (away) the deeper the walls the less anyone could hear (hear me) fall so now i know there is no one else to blame buried alive inside of my own grave and there