Never have I ever heard the whispers through the trees

Speak to me in tongues I don't understand

But I comprehend the threat like the monsters in my head

Haunting every step, every night they're there

Protected by the overlords that never rest, never cease, never let us breathe

Follow me toward the hill where we make our final stand

Follow me to our graves that remain empty

Follow me, every step, every beat, every lone echo leads me

Follow me, a walk, a walk amongst the long grass

Leads me to our final story

Everything you ever knew ends here, the grave is empty

The final page, the final remark

The final statement of the past

The last word, always the last word

The grave is empty

Get the shovels

We start digging till our fingers bleed

In the dead of night when only the shadows speak with each other

We don't want that, we leave them alone so we keep digging

Our own graves, our own graves

There's no two ways about it, we never think before we speak

Let alone think before we act, nothing more than impulsive acts

Childish actions, sit back, take a moment to admire the gravity of the situation

The ritualistic nation that spreads more lies and deceit

Forever on repeat, doomed to repeat the cycle of what we've done

Of what we tolerated for evermore, we have no one to blame but ourselves

Knock on wood, knock yourself out, never forget that we were the ones that doomed ourselves

To the forgotten past, the final countdown to our next chapter

If there's one, but if we ever had a moment where we could take it all back

The question remains, would we?

Follow me, every step, every beat, every lone echo leads me

Follow me, a walk, a walk amongst the long grass

Leads me to our final story

Everything you ever knew ends here, the grave is empty

Final page, the final remark, the final statement of the past

The last word, always the last word

The grave is empty

Get the shovels

Now is it possible to look forward, find a way through the long grass

See through the forest for what it is, something alive and breathing

Like everything around us, we should remember that

You're a speck of stardust in the grand cosmic arcade

The game controls jerk violently in the light, like torchlights in the night we blindingly find our way out whatever problems we've created, continues as the carriage spins and derails

But the tokens spit out, and we cash in, we cash in

And the cycle repeats

The grave is empty

The grave is empty

The grave is empty