That fool who digs his own grave 
“I’m still trying to find my way out! 
But if it’s the long way 
I’ll sleep in this bed I’ve made.” 

The kids have fallen on blades 
It’s too late to figure out 
It’s too late for babies to beg 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 

When we finally awake 
We’ll burn our bodies on stakes 
tower of ashes and sawdust will lie 
Where our castles were made