Towering Graves

Buried alive
By unworldly possessions
Inside these towering graves
Begging the dirt won't blind us
This is where dreams come to die
Among promise and lies
Enslaved in abundance
Now left redundant
The cracks in the walls the empty eyes
Reflecting my withering soul
Whispering city across the lines
Trespassing worlds and time

Buried alive
By unearthly possessions
Inside these towering graves
Howling spirits surround us
Carriage collecting the dead
Roaming inside of my head
Ensnared by the idols
False smiles of the icons
The cracks in the walls the empty eyes
Reflecting my withering soul

Inside these towering graves