[Music: Marco Hietala] [Lyrics: Marco Hietala] You weren't bor out of time, the time went out on you Stare into the mirror, see yourself broken in two The ropes you thought you held are at your neck biting into your skin There's no compromise, dying is a way of living Who do you blame for the pain that's been inflicted Four walls around, you inside, but the air's been evicted Living in the sunken graves, corpses for company Sunken graves Sunken graves, groundworks of misery Sunken graves What's behind your downfall? Too many bolted doors Do those who locked them see you walking on all fours? Pride overridden by a feather, an easy prey Here's a cruel joke: every dog has it's day Feeding on crap has become an emptyheaded reflex Here's your contract, read and weep you signed it with an Living in the sunken graves... Heartsoil of misery You're trying to ignore your mouth that's filled with mud Trying to get drunk from the bitter menstrual blood The only transparent wall is the hardest to break trough Who did this to ya, who? Nobody but you Living in the sunken graves...