My Throat Is An Open Grave

We lay face down in pale solitude
To save face, we pulled our walls in front of you
To the same place where we danced in front of you
We fell from grace and watched the hope fall from your face
«This isn’t me,» I used to say
All the love was so gone
It feels good to be alive
I’ve been dead for so long
And all those broken promises I can’t face
Afraid if someone notices, I lose my place
Fractured, broken, paralyzed
I need some space, tear me open, analyze
«This isn’t me,» I used to say
All the love was so gone
It feels good to be alive
I’ve been dead for so long
Wake up screaming, I’m awake and dreaming
And I won’t stop breathing until my heart stops beating
«This isn’t me,» I used to say
All the love was so gone
All the love was so gone
It feels good to be alive
I’ve been dead for so long