Crown of Bones
I am buried alive
My thoughts and actions digging me deeper
These transgressions surround me
Forming a coffin I'm bound in
A living beast I'm sentenced to
These claw marks are my struggles
My plea for help
As darkness creeps heavier and heavier on my soul
A beam of light presents itself
Freedom
Lend a hand and set me free
And I promise to do the same for you
Where is your shovel?
Where is your weapon of choice?
I'm falling deeper and deeper into this abyss
Just let me hear your voice
I am being lifted
I can finally breath the sweet moist air
The smell of death and soil surrounds me
But all I see is light
A mirror
And my reflection is the grave digger
I put myself here
Clothed in pig's skin
With a crown of bones
I have demonized me
Lend me a hand and set me free
And I promise to do the same for you
Where is your shovel?
Where is your weapon of choice?
I'm falling deeper and deeper into this abyss
Just let me hear your voice
Let me leave this place of death
If you'll open the gate
I promise I'll walk through
Cleanse me and bathe me
Show me your forgiving hand
Show me what forgiveness is
Bury this cloak of filth
These things that weigh me down
You dig the hole
And I'll toss this aside
I'm burying myself again
Walking away a new creation
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