My head is in the dirt so I can't see a light My thoughts are way too dark to escape the night how would you feel about painting skulls on our faces to pretend that something's dead that never felt alive that never truly lived Let's build a burial ground, Burn all our answers to find more questions (to which) we can't reply 'Cause it's us against the world, me against you, me against myself I'll meet you at the burial ground Still I keep the devils inside Force them into these walls of sound I'll bury the pain of being nice 'Cause after I raised all those expectations I found them six feet underground I used to be afraid of the dark The fear of losing control Since darkness has got its hold on me My worries turned into distant memories the hell I raised is about to break free Oh, I waited for that time my friend Now we're going down together Let's celebrate the end Let's build a burial ground, Burn all our answers to find more questions (to which) we can't reply 'Cause it's us against the world, me against you, me against myself I'll meet you at the burial ground The things that should stay Are the ones that foolishly fade awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
