I whisper secrets to the dead My vision blurry, turning black Statues crumble when I breathe And the stones are learning how to bleed A shallow grave for my enemy I know it will come back for me It lives inside just as alive as I Allow it to be My fucking nemesis Carving the path with the dozens of knives that I took from my back Coming to reason, and I know this for a fact, oh, and I'm Shaping my fate with the ghosts of the saints that still live in my head All the graves will collapse on me Darken my gaze Blacken my way Trapped inside I’ll burn