I feel to real, to disappear.
Nowhere to escape from here.
I've made mistakes, let me make myself clear.
Let's make ammends before this happens again.
Maybe this was getting out of hand.
Torn out bones are digging this grave for her (Or you)
So please understand; I know I've made mistakes,
I know I've made mistakes, but sometimes,
I can't decide, can't seem to swallow.
I know I am now, hollow on the inside.
I fell to this war on the atmosphere,
I feel to real to disappear.

It's just the way it goes.

It's just the way,
It's just the way,
It just doesn't feel the same.
(x3)

...When you're laying in your grave.
They took my wishes away,
And now I don't feel so great,
I think the story is late,
When you're laying in your grave.

Bury the casket and all of their bodies,
Their brain must still remain.
And all their bodies will bleed in the caskets,
And still they won't be found.
She opened the door now,
Was born with her daughter.
She said, she said, it stops.
Bury the whole of her and all of the organs,
The skin will stain her bone.