The Funeral, Pt. I: Dig My Grave Forever

Everything spills over haphazardly
Did you ever have a way with words
Or were you lying?
Where were you when I was...
It doesn't matter

Ink infects the canvas
As sound pollutes the air
Everything is meaningless
And I shouldn't care

I was struggling and barely alive
And you weren't around until you thought I died
I was struggling and barely alive
Where were you? Where were you?

Sycophants and cynics make me sick
The irony is that I asked for this
But sycophants and cynics make sick to my stomach

Injustice to the alphabet
I won't take your word for it

Your word is worthless if I'm not convinced

The end of the line looks so different
The smile I saw on my face
Is replaced with two holes for two boxes
And a vineyard full of foxes

Vanity of vanities, everything is vanity
The silence of your absence is scary to me

I am ruined



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Writer(s): Chris Knox
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