There's a hole in my soul You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground Are laid out one by one We pick ourselves undone All of your flaws and all of my flaws I can't fill it, I can't fill it Can

Save your prayers Don't shed a tear, don't shed a tear for me I'm in trouble When you lay my body down These are my confessions When I'm buried in the ground Turn your heart To the trail Of souls behind me

I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold I'd rather be lying six feet down in the ground To have me a woman that I can't control You're just getting ready for some cypress grove Well

Skyscrapers, earth movers, ground breakers We are justice fighters with faces of fire Fight the avalanche You'll be buried every time We run and run and run Little do we know We have only what we're given Our footsteps, bringing purpose, changing history

The smoking gun is what I’ve found The dirt I have on you is the ground Wish that I didn’t have to see a confidant as an enemy Now the truth is a ball and chain Holding my conscience to the flame Covered up, but still I know The secret of the life you’re