This Grave Ain't Gonna Dig Itself

This is the sound of the sirens you run from
This is the sound of the sirens you’re running from
Don’t look back
I’ve got you one on one
I’m the source of the silence you’re running from
Remember when
You would pride yourself
On being a person
Not being a shell
Give it up
Give it up
Til the devil knows your name
Spill your guts
Spill your guts
All for money
All for fame
Now you’re living in this perfect nightmare
With every single breath you take
You’ll be digging your own grave
You’ll be digging your own grave
Break
All of the plans you
Made
Leave them for someone who still has a dream
Beg
To be a quotient, a
Fake
How does it feel to be something you hate
Give it up
Give it up
Til the devil knows your name
Spill your guts
Spill your guts
All for money
All for fame
Now you’re living in this perfect nightmare
With every single breath you take
You’ll be digging your own grave
You had to see this coming
I think it’s time that you called your own bluff
And despite all that you paid for
You’re a product
A fake
On your knees
You’ll never
Be
Enough
Slave
Give it up
Give it up
Spill your guts
Spill your guts
Now you’re living in this perfect nightmare
With every single breath you take
Tick tick tock
Give it up
Give it up
Til the devil knows your name
Spill your guts
Spill your guts
All for money
All for fame
Now you’re living in this perfect nightmare
With every single breath you take
You’ll be digging your own grave
Give it up
Give it up
Til the devil knows your name
Spill your guts
Spill your guts
All for money
All for fame
Now you’re living in this perfect nightmare
Grave
You’ll be digging your own