Burial Season Our Hollow, Our Home

Bury me

Bury me
This is to be the end of everything I know
Is it meant to be?
'Cause it won't be the end of me

Let the curtain call, 'cause the stage is set
So I'll carry my burdens without, without regret
Now the truth will out, I'm the cause of this disaster
Fighting fiction verse by verse to avoid the final chapter

You'll find me kicking and screaming through this life
I grit my teeth for the one true light, without it I am nothing
Left to the darkness, I'm ruining everything, this life is cruel at best
Cursed to exist with the consequence of living a lie

Could there be anything left
Or just a darker side of me?
I gotta hold fast to the glimmer of hope
The only thing that keeps me alive

I find some safety in my suffering
Better the devil you know is so much easier than letting go
But still I try to find some comfort in catastrophe
A bitter pill to swallow, losing hope will let you learn to cope