I open my eyes and look to the skies
To see an ocean of fears in my mind
Atleast I’ll know where I’ll go
When I die

I open my eyes and look to the skies
To realize I’m alive
Atleast I’ll know where I’ll go
When I die

Etheral, over population
The vast, under compensation
For my sight, I’m shy and kind
I’m nice and blind, I’m perfectly fine

Shake the shaking breaking foundation
A lonely home
My house is made of sticks and stones
And dried dead bones

I can’t breathe at all
My eyes can’t see through them
I can’t see at all
My lungs can’t soar through them
I can’t breathe at all
My eyes can’t see through them
I can’t see at all
My lungs can’t soar through them
(I’m digging holes in the ground
I’m digging graves in the ground
I’m building castles in the sand
I’m pacing holes in the ground
I’m digging graves in the ground
I can’t trust my own right hand)