Our Burial Ground

Waking the visions of our fallen paths
 Of things we can't just forget
 With wicked precision they're crafted like holograms
 And we burn underneath the surface of our hearts in vain
 We can't accept or believe all the things we don't fully understand
 When we turn the lights out
 We taste our burial ground
 We turn the dark into a spark
 We're free to see but kneel to feel alive
 We are a lie alive
 We are a lie
 Back in the region from all our aftermaths
 From underworld
 With sinking decisions created from the thoughts below
 We can't accept or believe all the things we don't fully comprehend
 We don't know
 (We turn the dark into a spark)
 (We're free to see but kneel to feel alive)
 (We are alive)
 When we turn the lights out
 We taste our burial ground
 We turn the dark into a spark
 We're free to see but kneel to feel alive