Grind My Own Grave

Scars on my knuckles

Bills on the table

Faith in a chokehold

Hope, barely able

Woke up to the ceiling peeling

Mold in the mind, can’t shake this feeling

Phone full of threats and late fees screaming

Still I lace my boots like I’m done with bleeding

Mama in the kitchen, counting coins, hands shaking

Dad on a couch, eyes glass, soul vacant

Everybody praying for a break

I’m praying for a reason just to stay awake

I’ve been dragging these chains through the fire I made

Trying to climb while the dirt calls my name

If this is hell then I’m learning to blaze

I won’t lie down

I’ll grind my own grave

I’ll grind my own grave (yeah)

Talk tough ‘til the night gets quiet

Demons start a group chat, start a riot

Voices in the dark say “nothing’s gonna change”

But I’m sick of being furniture inside this cage

Friends turn ghosts when the lights cut out

Can’t hear love through the static of doubt

But I trust these scars like a roadmap, truth

Every cut carved out a path through the roof

I’ve been dragging these chains through the fire I made

Trying to climb while the dirt calls my name

If this is hell then I’m learning to blaze

I won’t lie down

I’ll grind my own grave

I’ll grind my own grave (hey!)

How many nights did I beg that sky

For a sign, for a why, for a lifeline

Got silence back, just silence back

So I became my own war cry

I’ve been dragging these chains through the fire I made

Trying to climb while the dirt calls my name

If this is hell then I’m learning to blaze

I won’t lie down

I’ll grind my own grave

Hands in the dirt

Teeth in the pain

If life is a burden

I’ll carry the weight (yeah)

I’ll grind my own grave