Foolsong - Baroness

That fool who digs his own grave

I’m still trying to find my way out!

But if it’s the long way

I’ll sleep in this bed I’ve made

The kids have fallen on blades

It’s too late to figure out

It’s too late for babies to beg for their beds

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

When we finally awake

We’ll burn our bodies on stakes

A tower of ashes and sawdust will lie

Where our castles were made