Hole

Voice has grown too loud
Without saying a thing
Worth saying
Begin to see the sound
Repeating off the wall
Where I bloodied my head
Start leaving now

Leave me this rope
My turn to choose
To pull myself out
Or dig myself a grave
Just like yours

Subterranean morals
Bury deep the answers you know
Out of sight, out of control
Broken fingers claw the sky
There is only one question left

All the ways you bled
Squandered on filth
To obscure the lens on nurture
Hate is such a subtle word
Tend it daily
Lest we forget you cried
Salt in my eyes
Start leaving now

I'll leave you this rope
You're free to choose
To pull yourself out
Or dig another grave
I'll leave you this rose
I hope you'll choose
To set the stone right
And set aside the noose

I will not bury myself again
I will not bury myself again
I will not bury myself again
I will not bury myself again

Broken fingers claw the sky
There is only one question left



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Orovich
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