My Own Gray

[00:29.31] (The lies, the weight, deceit, decay)

[00:35.79] The lies, the weight

[00:37.03] It's clear I lost my way

[00:38.76] Deceit, decay

[00:40.75] (Decomposing)

[00:52.31] I thought I was an architect but I was just moving dirt

[00:54.50] Stacking mud over malice covered-up forming nothing but a pile of hurt

[01:00.27] I hadn’t been building (Building)

[01:03.76] The time was spent digging (Digging)

[01:07.51] Boring the barriers that kept others away (Away)

[01:10.03] The deeper the walls, the less anyone could hear (Hear me) fall

[01:12.27] So now I know there is no one else to blame

[01:23.01] Buried alive inside of my own grave

[01:27.76] And there's no one else to blame

[01:31.01] Buried alive inside of my own grave

[01:35.26] Inside of my own grave

[01:42.00] Beneath my lies

[01:44.52] Delusional enough to think I’d designed something great

[01:53.77] Like a giant headstone inscribed to describe my shameful fate

[01:57.76] I hadn't been building (Building)

[02:01.27] The time was spent digging (Digging)

[02:05.30] An ugly truth from which there was no way to escape (Escape)

[02:09.06] Nowhere left to hide and then finally forced to face what I'd become