The Trap

We’re digging our own grave There is no plan for an escape We’re digging our own grave Bounded by our hate We’re digging our own grave Still is search for some faith We’re digging our own grave Open up and see Take a blow every day for the ones that keep us blind Beautiful promises turned into lies We pushed ourselves toward the edge On the edge is where we fall We crossed the line over again I shall crawl out of my grave Until my fingers bleed