Digging The Grave - The Faceless

Feel a pain so cold under the skin

As I dig the grave to bury these sins

Taste a misery so real that purity stains

Obsession with a thrill that possesses my veins

Reveling in depravity

As I drown in the agony

The entrance to nothingness

The eternal winter that’s blacker than death

I walk in a void in the absence of magnificence

A pitch black misery of malevolence

Visions of tomorrow becoming irrelevant

When the plethoras of demise have become a feeling of decadence

Oh the old familiar shame

I buried all the pain away in the ashes and grey

Drifting out and astray

I dug the grave

The empty hole that keeps what’s saved

And now I know that it’s misanthropy that’s killing me

Digging the grave

The sickness is tightening

Digging the grave

The sickness is tightening

Digging the grave

The sickness is tightening

Digging the grave

The sickness is tightening

Purify these stains

Digging the grave

That possess my veins

Digging the grave