Rest in the Dirt

I'm bordering the line between conversation and silence I've never been so on display - no sense in trying to hide it Walk away from all of you to show myself what I can prove Death before you was all that I could confide in Do I throw it all away? Who will listen when I'm all out of words? And who will cry when I'm leaving this earth? Is it different if I pray before it ends? Am I destined to rest in the dirt? I've never tried I've always lied just so I could be different I wanted to, but because of you I'm alive and I'm trying Do it throw it all away or live another day? Who will listen when I'm all out of words? And who will cry when I'm leaving this earth? Is it different if I pray before it ends? Am I destined to rest in the dirt? If you listen you can hear that it hurts (if you're listening) It's safe to say that I'm doing much worse A vacancy, another voice goes unheard Who will listen when I'm all out of words?