From the recording Crisis Season
Produced by Grenadelia
Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Tyler Watkins
Lyrics
I'm bundled up, awaiting the crisis season
To anyone who cares, it flows without reason
You'd rather suffocate on the notion of evil
The snake that bites you can't be seen by most people
Misquoted silence
Ignoring violence
Made a martyr out of a fool
When you mistook his hate for kindness
Hold the earth within my hands
Watch me dig my own grave down
Hold the earth within my hands
Can't you tell me what happens now?
You couldn't face yourself to live with accusation
You left yourself for dead, and what shows is no emotion
Can you hear the sirens
Going off in the distance?
Can you hear the howl of the search dogs
They smell your bloody footprints
Hold the earth within my hands
Watch me dig my own grave down
Hold the earth within my hands
Can't you tell me, tell me now?
Hold the earth within my hands
Watch me dig my own grave down
Hold the earth within my hands
Can't you tell me what happens now?
