Foolsong

That fool who digs his own grave

Im still trying to find my way out!

But if its the long way

Ill sleep in this bed Ive made.The kids have fallen on blades

Its too late to figure out

Its too late for babies to beg for their bedsIts too late to ignore the storm up ahead

Its too dark to see my way out

Now all I can do about anything wrong

Is dig further down

Further downWhen we finally awake

Well burn our bodies on stakes

A tower of ashes and sawdust will lie

Where our castles were made