Foolsong

Foolsong - Baroness

That fool who digs his own grave

I'm still trying to find my way out

And if its the long way I'll sleep in this bed I have laid

The kids have fallen on blades

It's too late to figure out

It's too late for babies to beg for their bed

It's too late to ignore the storm up ahead

It's too dark to see my way out

Now all I can do about anything wrong is dig further down

Further down

And when we finally awake

We'll burn our bodies on stakes

A tower of ashes and sawdust

Will lay where our castles were made