Am I the grave of the land or just the shape of dirt Tired to become to begin to end There is something coming Am I the grave of the land I'm yearning for an empty goal To bless your fault your lapse you All I know I fall Error feeds from time and color not enough My error I've reached the shape of a man but still a man of dirt Tired to begin again and again Bored that something is coming I am the grave of the land and just a man of dirt Tired to become to begin to fail There is something coming