Burial Hill - Coldburn

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 away