Five Years Down

You ripped me out of the ground

You ripped me out of it

Put me down again

I was better dead

I was suffocating on the words I never said

I feel a shovel break inside

I see the morning light and wonder why

You ripped me out of the ground

When I awoke

Rigor mortis cold

I look at my surroundings, I don't see another soul

The sky is tourmaline and amethyst and gray

A beautiful decay

Put my grave back down

I know that you hate the way that sounds

I'm just sick of nightmares and minor chords

And chills down your spinal cord

Five years of trying for an end

You ripped me out of the ground

You ripped me out of it

I see the cemеtery gates

Surrounded by thе desolate that I could never save

What made you rip me out of the ground

I see the street

Silhouettes appear