Aviator - Dig Your Own Grave (and Save)

This isn’t what we signed up for. These aren’t the terms to which we had agreed. The rules have changed, the game still in play. The floor dropped out from underneath our feet. The way we live was set up to fail, a house of cards built on shaky land and when it falls we all go down in turn, and when we ask we’re only told that this is the hand we’re dealt so play or else we’re part of the problem too. These chains are forged behind closed doors; we’re kept in this darkened room. I’ll beg and borrow just to get by but I could build a house on hopes and dreams, the currency of broken souls fraying at the seams. Crushed by the weight of this burden, choked on the fog of confusion. To be stuck on this rung after all that I’ve done...I’ll never recover those years. Every hour spent wishing for a way out of this routine, out of this malaise. Toiling to the bone, head beneath the sand. It’s just the price we pay, reminding us that this is the hand we’re dealt so play or else we’re part of the problem too. These chains are forged behind closed doors and we’re kept in this darkened room.