20 000 years ago there was a girl that i don t know praying for a vein to bleed crying herself to sleep portrait of a dying life we painted it with dirty knives lost some words along th way i wouldn t want to hear todoay the graves we dig so deep with secrets that we keep we cry ourselves to sleep all of us are fighting now everyone s at war when one of us is crying what are we fighting for its burning up the photographs its tearing down the door when all of us are crying what are we fighting for 20 000 miles back i left some things i couldn t pack buried in an open grave for anyone to find today pieces of an empty life we cut apart the dirty knives lost some things i couldn t save i hid them well along the way the graves we dig so deep with secrets that we keep we cry ourselves to sleep 