Entropy’s Heir, every buried lie awakened.
Everything we swore was dead is being excavated.
Buried lies, nothing ever stays gone.
Alright.
Buried lies, buried lives.
Everything we couldn’t bury is crawling out tonight.
The voices underneath us say they never left our side.
But the dirt calls us crazy; it won’t ever hide the lies.
Buried lies, buried lives.
What we couldn’t bury, Entropy’s Heir.
I’ve been cut by the past,
Just below ground, every secret we buried down low.
Had to dig out of town, found our past just around the way.
Let’s be specific—if I’m the ghost you’re feeling,
Am I wrong for pulling up all of these shadows surrounding?
I’m gonna drag all the secrets home, no time to leave them closed.
In my mind, all the time, I have been down this road.
Every grave still keeps notes, can you keep up with the echoes?
Some will say, “Time makes it vanish,” but the past owns the casino.
Everyone keeps playing pretend, thought we buried it then.
Though many faces pretend, knowing this is what it is.
These secrets I’m in may leave me taking a beating.
Would you still be my friend when the old ghosts come?
Let them come, ’cause ain’t no one in the grave but us.
Someone who stands when it’s rough, someone who won’t give up.
Ain’t no wasting time, digging every night.
Promise everything comes to light.
Buried lies, buried lives.
Everything we couldn’t bury is crawling out tonight.
The voices underneath us say they never left our side.
But the dirt calls us crazy; it won’t ever hide the lies.
Buried lies, buried lives.
What we couldn’t bury, Entropy’s Heir.
People lying to me, I am so sick of the masquerades.
Grew up where every secret got served on paper plates.
I’m taking aim, raised in all this hurt I know.
Maybe I’m a liar, but the truth always rises slow.
Pressure under me.
Cracks run to the ceiling, now the floor opens below.
Pulling at the roots while I’m gripping at the past.
When I drag it from the black, know it climbs along my back.
Late-night screaming, all of the wrong reasons.
Digging, reaching, knowing I might breathe.
Make it bite back, I know when it finds me.
Saying, “Dig some out,” I know what it might be.
When the whole ground starts shaking, it’s rising underneath.
Dirt caught between its teeth, I know what it might mean.
I’m gonna keep digging, I know that the light’s green.
Can’t stay still, I’m cutting the right seam.
Climb through the wreck with the weight on my chest.
Don’t point to the spot, I’m gonna find it instead.
One black memory got its own name in my head.
Screen lit again, never mind what it said.
The phone’s ringing, I decline with regret.
Which color should I press, green or the red?
Erase or confess, next line never read.
Counting the time when the silence was best.
I knew what it was the first night that it crept,
But it claws at my chest every time that I forget.
Cold night glow where the gravestones bleed.
I don’t trust words, I just watch what they leave.
Said peace can’t live where the old roots feed,
But they’re still here; that’s all I need.
I’ve been running from ghosts that still look like me.
Every dead thing feels like it might breathe.
Every soft truth turns to a sharpened grief.
So I grip the dirt till it stains my sleeves.
Then it shifts, whole ground goes black.
Guitars start screaming where the grave dirt cracked.
808s crack like the earth attacks.
And I can’t move forward, can’t drag it back.
Break it down, let it burn, let the whole grave crack.
Every old promise buried in the past.
Every lost memory slips from my grasp.
Now I’m screaming in distortion, can’t put it back.
If grief’s a war, then I lost that map.
If I’m the reason, then I wear that mask.
But in the wreckage where the gravestones crack,
All I hear are their names in the feedback.
Buried lies, buried lives.
Everything we couldn’t bury is crawling out tonight.
The voices underneath us say they never left our side.
But the dirt calls us crazy; it won’t ever hide the lies.
Buried lies, buried lives.
What we couldn’t bury, Entropy’s Heir.