Digging the Grave

It would be wrong to ask you why Because I know what goes inside Is only half of what comes out Isn't that what it's about, it's about, To remind us we're alive To remind us we're not blind In that big, black hole Comfortable Digging the grave, I got it made Let something in, or throw something out? You left the door open wide I know you have a reason why That knot is better left untied I just went and undid mine It takes some time And the shadow is so big It takes the sun out of the day And the feeling goes away When you close the door Comfortable Digging the grave, I got it made Let something in, or throw something out? You left the door open wide Digging the grave, I got it made Comfortable Digging the grave, I got it made Let something in, or throw something out? You left the door open wide And it's out of this world, comfortable Out of this world, comfortable Out of this world, comfortable Out of this world, comfortable