My head is in the dirt so I can't see a light
My thoughts are way too dark to escape the night
how would you feel about painting skulls on our faces
to pretend that something's dead
that never felt alive
that never truly lived
Let's build a burial ground,
Burn all our answers
to find more questions (to which) we can't reply
'Cause it's us against the world,
me against you, me against myself
I'll meet you at the burial ground
Still I keep the devils inside
Force them into these walls of sound
I'll bury the pain of being nice
'Cause after I raised all those expectations
I found them six feet underground
I used to be afraid of the dark
The fear of losing control
Since darkness has got its hold on me
My worries turned into distant memories
the hell I raised is about to break free
Oh, I waited for that time my friend
Now we're going down together
Let's celebrate the end
Let's build a burial ground,
Burn all our answers
to find more questions (to which) we can't reply
'Cause it's us against the world,
me against you, me against myself
I'll meet you at the burial ground
The things that should stay
Are the ones that foolishly fade away