[Music: Marco Hietala]
[Lyrics: Marco Hietala]

You weren't bor out of time, the time went out on you
Stare into the mirror, see yourself broken in two
The ropes you thought you held are at your neck
biting into your skin
There's no compromise, dying is a way of living

Who do you blame for the pain that's been inflicted
Four walls around, you inside, but the air's been evicted

Living in the sunken graves, corpses for company
Sunken graves
Sunken graves, groundworks of misery
Sunken graves

What's behind your downfall? Too many bolted doors
Do those who locked them see you walking on all fours?
Pride overridden by a feather, an easy prey
Here's a cruel joke: every dog has it's day

Feeding on crap has become an emptyheaded reflex
Here's your contract, read and weep
you signed it with an

Living in the sunken graves... Heartsoil of misery

You're trying to ignore your mouth that's filled with mud
Trying to get drunk from the bitter menstrual blood
The only transparent wall is the hardest to break trough
Who did this to ya, who? Nobody but you

Living in the sunken graves...