Dear little grave digger,
take some time to remember
that voice screaming out
to save her life.
It was just last November
during that fateful,
moonlit ride.
Now she lies six feet under
the dregs of a misfortunate earth.
Her hands guard your final payment,
your crisp fifty-dollar bill.
Like an endless waiting game,
death row hasn’t called your name.
Little Grave Digger,
you live on forever
in the pangs of all the
tarnished, broken hearts.
Mourning your loss
forever.
The ink from her body
sinks down,
back into the worms,
returning home… Returning home, returning home.
Poetry isn’t easy,
but it flows so eloquently,
reciting a scene
in that you saved her life.
Just like November
during that fateful, moonlit ride.
So far away from the
one you could have loved
without judgement,
pain, or fear.
In killing her
you dug your own
shallow grave.
Like an endless waiting game,
death row hasn’t called your name.
Little Grave Digger,
you live on forever
in the pangs of all the
tarnished, broken hearts.
Mourning your loss
forever.
The ink from her body
sinks down,
back into the worms,
returning home… Returning home, returning home.
You never knew her,
just wanted to use her.
Why didn’t you know her?
Just wanted to control her!
Like an endless waiting game,
death row hasn’t called your name.
Little Grave Digger,
you live on forever
in the pangs of all the
tarnished, broken hearts.
Mourning your loss
forever.
The ink from her body
sinks down,
back into the worms,
returning home… Returning home, returning home.
Dear little grave digger,
take some time to remember…
credits
from Little Grave Digger (Remastered Version),
released December 10, 2016
Recorded and mixed by Dizaster@Lurk Studios; additional remastering by Lia Sky Silverbeams at NonScience, Inc.
Lead vocals, harmonies, and acoustic guitar all performed by Sarah Halter.