Done Digging the Grave (feat. Andrew Neufeld)

Is this the end of the story? Point your body to the wind Feel it sting like a warning Bind your anger to the skin My armor, well it's my aching heart Must everything, everyone I love Just fall apart Like sandstone and salt Wiped from our memory what have we done? A witness to another crime Compulsion fed and dead inside One truth one question left to decide If heroes must be vilified Replaced by nihilists Then what purpose comes from suffering? Collapse in shame not in glory Fought with all we had to win When we saw that we only Filled the silence with nothing Nothing lost (nothing lost) And nothing gained (nothing gained) Fuel the vampires feel the pain Resolution binding Weigh your worth by what you say Wiped from our memory what have we done? A witness to another crime Compulsion fed and dead inside One truth one question left to decide If heroes must be vilified Replaced by nihilists What purpose comes from suffering? When all we are (When all we are) Is what we own (is what we own) A number hung (You're more than a number) Above your door (Wake up as they break down the door) A shell of what (no longer a shell) Was once our home (what was our home) I know you (I know what you are) I know you (I know who you are) Wake up Wake up, you're asleep at the wheel Wiped from our memory what have we done? A witness to another crime Compulsion fed and dead inside One truth one question left to decide If heroes must be vilified Replaced by narcissists Then what purpose comes from suffering?