Dig Your Own Grave Lyrics

	There are thousands of people as far as the eyes can see;
	You can sense the suffering as you draw near
	Standing before them you can see the pain in their eyes
	It breaks the mind and weighs on the heart
	Standing before them you can see the pain in their eyes
	In their eyes now we are wading through this sea of souls
	The smell of rotten flesh brings me to my knees
	Now they gather, to march on to the grave
	With shovels in their hands, with death in their eyes
	Longing for a time of peace, longing just to die and the heavens cry
	Tears fall like rain from the legions of angels weeping in pain
	As they dig their own grave
	They dig their own graves by the life they lived and the choices they made
	Dig their own graves by choices they made;
	Now it's too late
	The bridge has been destroyed
	Now we are wading through this sea of souls
	The smell of rotten flesh lets me see
	“It is about a dream I had one night. I saw thousands of people.
	It looked like a sea, and they were all like zombies marching.
	They had shovels in their hands and their faces carried the look of death and agony.
	The dream went on and on but at the end I realized it was about
	how going through life living for our selves or for the moment,
	careless and foolish, ignoring God was like digging our own graves. – Seth”

	There are thousands of people as far as the eyes can see
	You can sense the suffering as you draw near
	Standing before them you can see the pain in their eyes
	It breaks the mind and weighs on the heart
	Standing before them you can see the pain in their eyes
	In their eyes now we are wading through this sea of souls
	The smell of rotten flesh brings me to my knees
	Now they gather, to march on to the grave
	With shovels in their hands, with death in their eyes
	Longing for a time of peace, longing just to die and the heavens cry
	Tears fall like rain from the legions of angels weeping in pain
	As they dig their own grave
	They dig their own graves by the life they lived and the choices they made
	Dig their own graves by choices they made
	Now it' s too late
	The bridge has been destroyed
	Now we are wading through this sea of souls
	The smell of rotten flesh lets me see
	" It is about a dream I had one night. I saw thousands of people.
	It looked like a sea, and they were all like zombies marching.
	They had shovels in their hands and their faces carried the look of death and agony.
	The dream went on and on but at the end I realized it was about
	how going through life living for our selves or for the moment,
	careless and foolish, ignoring God was like digging our own graves. Seth"

	There are thousands of people as far as the eyes can see
	You can sense the suffering as you draw near
	Standing before them you can see the pain in their eyes
	It breaks the mind and weighs on the heart
	Standing before them you can see the pain in their eyes
	In their eyes now we are wading through this sea of souls
	The smell of rotten flesh brings me to my knees
	Now they gather, to march on to the grave
	With shovels in their hands, with death in their eyes
	Longing for a time of peace, longing just to die and the heavens cry
	Tears fall like rain from the legions of angels weeping in pain
	As they dig their own grave
	They dig their own graves by the life they lived and the choices they made
	Dig their own graves by choices they made
	Now it' s too late
	The bridge has been destroyed
	Now we are wading through this sea of souls
	The smell of rotten flesh lets me see
	" It is about a dream I had one night. I saw thousands of people.
	It looked like a sea, and they were all like zombies marching.
	They had shovels in their hands and their faces carried the look of death and agony.
	The dream went on and on but at the end I realized it was about
	how going through life living for our selves or for the moment,
	careless and foolish, ignoring God was like digging our own graves. Seth"

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