My Throat Is An Open Grave

<p>We lay face down in pale solitude<br/>To save face, we pulled our walls in front of you<br/>To the same place where we danced in front of you<br/>We fell from grace and watched the hope fall from your face<span><br/><br/>&quot;This isn&#x27;t me,&quot; I used to say<br/>All the love was so gone<br/>It feels good to be alive<br/>I&#x27;ve been dead for so long<br/><br/>And all those broken promises I can&#x27;t face<br/>Afraid if someone notices, I lose my place<br/>Fractured, broken, paralyzed<br/>I need some space, tear me open, analyze<span><br/><br/>&quot;This isn&#x27;t me,&quot; I used to say<br/>All the love was so gone<br/>It feels good to be alive<br/>I&#x27;ve been dead for so long<br/>Wake up screaming, I&#x27;m awake and dreaming<br/>And I won&#x27;t stop breathing until my heart stops beating<br/><br/>&quot;This isn&#x27;t me,&quot; I used to say<br/>All the love was so gone<br/>All the love was so gone<br/>It feels good to be alive<br/>I&#x27;ve been dead for so long