Im a lonely man of triumph and dread,
Just stoney feelings,
Stocked away and unsaid.
I sink deeper every time i stay quite,
I should climb to the peak,
But I fall and lay silent,
And now I’ve made final bed,
Inside this grave,
Of triumph and dread.

R.I.P. ,
Not resting in peace,
But resting in piles.
Piles of inoccent dead.
Like a grave digger,
Yet only a puppet....
Could you take it,
If I came clear,
Or would you rather I disappear?

It’d be easier if you just put me out,
If you threw me away,
I’d have someone to blame,
But this hole of darkness is of my making,
It drowns my mind and has me shaking,
My hands are dug into neck,
I’m a man doomed to be a wreck.

I’m a man concession,
A man of concern,
A man of compassion,
A man of hope,
A man deprived of my own mortality,
Going too fast and too bold,
Lost and left in the cold,
Ain’t I sight to behold.
Im a man of youth dying to be old,
To my head is the barrel of the gun,
And it speaks and it says,
"Your life is done!
Because now theres no where run,
When youve buried yourself,
And cut off your tongue."

I’m a lonely man of triumph and dread,
Just stoney feelings,
Stocked away and unsaid.

I sink deeper every time i stay quite,
I should climb to the peak,
But I fall and lay silent,
And now I’ve made final bed,
Inside this grave,
Of triumph and dread.