Текст песни
The sacred folder of our lives will be untold
Until we open it ourselves
Why are we doing so, why are we doing so?
The truth’ll be told, o
It will hide in darkness now, forever
What will be told? What will be not?
That’s the question we ask
Ourselves, again and again
Until we find an answer we like
Still we go ‘till we find
Justification
Now blame yourself
For the crisis you’ve caused
Now lie will make a picture
Reality will remain the same
What’s you explanation
For the shit that you’ve called truth
You’re trapped, good luck to find an exit
Now
Vices covered you all, inside out
What will you make up, what will you say?
Public's awaiting
Now you’ve dug a grave and dig yourself in
What was the point?
Wasn’t it easier just to admit you’ve failed?
No way out, get used to the interior of the grave you’re in
No way out
Get used to the interior of the grave you’re in
Get used to the interior of the grave you’re in
You are in
Now you want to get out, but how?
Get used to the interior of the grave you’re in
Get used to the interior of the grave you’re in
Get used to the interior of the grave you’re in
Get used to the interior of the grave you’re in
