Done Digging the Grave (feat. Andrew Neufeld)

Is this the end of the story?

Point your body to the wind

Feel the sting like a warning

Bind your anger to the skin

My armor, well, it's my breaking heart

Must everything, everyone I love

Just fall apart like sandstone and salt?

Wiped from our memory, what have we done?

A witness to another crime

Compulsion fed and dead inside

Oh, one truth one question left to decide

If heroes must be vilified

Replaced by nihilists

What purpose comes from suffering?

Collapse in shame, not in glory

Fought with all we had to win

When we saw that we only

Filled the silence with nothing

Nothing lost and nothing gained

Fuel the vampires, feel the rage

Resolution's binding

Weigh your worth by what you say

Wiped from our memory, what have we done?

A witness to another crime

Compulsion fed and dead inside

Oh, one truth, one question left to decide

If heroes must be vilified

Replaced by nihilists

What purpose comes from suffering?

When all we are

When all we are

Is what we own

Is what we own

A number hung above your door

You're more than a number, wake up as they break down the door

A shell of what was once our home

No longer a shell, what was our home

I know you

I know what you are

I know you

I know who you are

Wake up

Wake up, you're asleep at the wheel

Wiped from our memory, what have we done?

A witness to another crime

Compulsion fed and dead inside

Oh, one truth, one question left to decide

If heroes must be vilified

Replaced by narcissists

Then what purpose comes from suffering?