Someone open my grave,
Fill it up with my body like an enclave,
One soul divided by burden and distrust,
Disfigured, only made of dirt and rust,

Some say I am my own enemy,
I go searching for enemies like ecstasy,
Leaning on the battlefield of misery,
Because I'm stuck in my own head,
Stuck in the past where it's all dead,

They call me a hypocrite and and a liar,
They say it's all hatred and power I desire,
I'm the monster hiding under your bed,
It's not pain I bleed that turns red,

Fearful and dangerous makes an enemy,
But leave me alone and you'll miss me,
Because I'm the one thing playing inside your thoughts,
When I'm in the grave, dying and sure to rot,

Play me like a song in your head,
Play it until you join me in the dead,
We can share a little more fun in the grave,
Because you and I can't be saved.