I woke up in a hole Oh, fuck I spent the night digging my grave Dirt nap atrophy, zombie life magazine Front page headline reads, "Suicide pipe dreams" Force fed a life I refuse, swimming neck deep in dirt I will choose how I lose Dying means I don't need anything Fucking refuse (Lie to me) Give me your word it's safe (Lie to me) So I can hear the fake (Lie to me) Give me your word it's safe (Lie to me) So I can dig my grave Force fed a life I refuse Under a lightning filled sky I will choose At the end of the day, hang me up so high that the angels play with my hair Bury me so low that the life I loathe dissipates and slips away Hang me high Bury me low (Lie to me) Give me your word it's safe (Lie to me) So I can dig my grave At the end of the day, hang me high under thunder and lightning filled skies Then bury me low, so no angels die for the life I loathe Run your dreams into the ground