[Verse 1]
That fool who digs his own grave
I'm still trying to find my way out
If it's the long way, I'll sleep
In this bed I have made

[Verse 2]
The kids have fallen on blades
It's too late to figure out
It's too late for babies to bend
For their beds

[Bridge]
It's too late to ignore
The storm up ahead
It's too dark to see
My way out
Now all I can do about
Anything wrong
Is dig
Further down
Further down

[Verse 3]
And when we finally awake
We'll burn our bodies on stakes
A tower of ashes and sawdust will lay
Where our castles
Were made