[Verse 1] I’m diggin’ my way through bedrock and bile, A shovel of shame, a map of denial. Every vein I tap runs thick with regret— A tourniquet hope I ain’t snapped yet. This trench is my temple, this pickaxe my prayer… But the deeper I carve, the thinner the air. [Pre-Chorus 1] YEEAAHHH—! [Chorus 1] Caught under wheels of my own design— I built this trap, now I’m trapped inside. I chew the leash that’s chokin’ my throat, Swallow the noose, let it scald my hope. Bleedin’ the ghost, but the ghost won’t die… Just stains my hands as I scream WHY? [Verse 2] I planted a lie where the truth should’ve grown— A thorn in my side, now it’s grafted to bone. Took love for granted, let rot take its place, A cemetery grin on my hollow face. This scar’s my scripture, this itch my creed… A junkie saint for a godless need. [Pre-Chorus 2] It claws me… it gnaws me… It breathes me… it seizes… [Chorus 2] Caught under wheels of my own design— The trap’s my crown, the poison’s my wine. I leash the beast, but it leashes me back— A symbiotic rot, a heart attack. Bleedin’ the ghost, but the ghost’s my twin… We share this skin as it caves in. [Breakdown] [Bridge] [Pleading Vocals] “Bleed me a cure— [Snarling Vocals] “There ain’t no cure!” [Roaring Vocals] “I am the beast that feeds the feast!” [Broken Vocals] “I am the liar, the thief, the priest… [Screamed Vocals] “Bleed. Bleed. BLEED.” [Guitar Solo] [Chorus 3] Caught under wheels of my own design— The trap’s my home, the poison’s my shrine. I leash the beast, but it’s leashed my soul… A symbiotic rot, a gaping hole. Bleedin’ the ghost, but the ghost’s my name… We’re one and the same in this cycle of shame. [Outro] I’m diggin’ my way… diggin’ my way… …something better… I’m diggin’ my way… diggin’ my way… …something better…
