Dig Your Own Grave Songtext
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Dig Your Own Grave Songtext
Get to digging
Get to digging
You spit out dust, but the soil′s yours
Each breath you fake, the echo scores
The words you bent are folding back
They crack your name, they split the track
Don't beg for calm, you forged this pace
Each step you took erased your grace
That hole you hoped would catch your fall
It′s fit to size and six feet tall
Get to digging
Let the chips fall where they may
I'll provide the shovel today
Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave (and dig)
Let the chips fall where they may
It's your death day
Find yourself a nice piece of ground and (dig your own grave)
No chains on me, you pulled your weight
Each scheme you wove just fed the hate
You called it war, then hid the blade
Turned from truth and named it shade
You praised decay, then faked your guilt
But graves don′t care for whom they′re built
Your whisper's thin, I see right through
Forget about me, let′s talk about you (dig)
Let the chips fall where they may
I'll provide the shovel today
Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave (dig)
Let the chips fall where they may
It′s your death day
Find yourself a nice piece of ground (and dig)
Six feet ain't deep enough for you!
Six feet ain′t deep enough for you!
Six feet ain't deep
And dig your own grave
Six feet ain't deep enough for you (motherfucker)
Six feet ain′t deep enough for you
Let the chips fall where they may
I′ll provide the shovel today
Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave (and dig)
Let the chips fall where they may
I'll provide the shovel today
Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave (and dig)
Let the chips fall where they may (and dig)
Welcome to your death day (and dig)
Find yourself a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave
Get to digging
Get to digging
Six feet ain′t deep enough for you
Get to digging
You spit out dust, but the soil′s yours
Each breath you fake, the echo scores
The words you bent are folding back
They crack your name, they split the track
Don't beg for calm, you forged this pace
Each step you took erased your grace
That hole you hoped would catch your fall
It′s fit to size and six feet tall
Get to digging
Let the chips fall where they may
I'll provide the shovel today
Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave (and dig)
Let the chips fall where they may
It's your death day
Find yourself a nice piece of ground and (dig your own grave)
No chains on me, you pulled your weight
Each scheme you wove just fed the hate
You called it war, then hid the blade
Turned from truth and named it shade
You praised decay, then faked your guilt
But graves don′t care for whom they′re built
Your whisper's thin, I see right through
Forget about me, let′s talk about you (dig)
Let the chips fall where they may
I'll provide the shovel today
Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave (dig)
Let the chips fall where they may
It′s your death day
Find yourself a nice piece of ground (and dig)
Six feet ain't deep enough for you!
Six feet ain′t deep enough for you!
Six feet ain't deep
And dig your own grave
Six feet ain't deep enough for you (motherfucker)
Six feet ain′t deep enough for you
Let the chips fall where they may
I′ll provide the shovel today
Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave (and dig)
Let the chips fall where they may
I'll provide the shovel today
Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave (and dig)
Let the chips fall where they may (and dig)
Welcome to your death day (and dig)
Find yourself a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave
Get to digging
Get to digging
Six feet ain′t deep enough for you
Writer(s): Bradley James Fafara, Davier Ortega Perez, Gabriel Zydeco Mangold Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

