that fool who digs his own grave i m still trying to find my way out if it s the long way i ll sleep in this bed i have made the kids have fallen on blades it s too late to figure out it s too late for babies to bend for their beds it s too late to ignore the storm up ahead it s too dark to see my way out now all i can do about anything wrong is dig further down further down and when we finally awake we ll burn our bodies on stakes a tower of ashes and sawdust will lay where our castles were made