I went out, alone
Yesterday, into the woods
And I exhumed the grave where you buried us
Along with every memory of anything we had ever known
Every violent fight, every quiet night
And every perfect, but unkept, promise of home
My dear, I have felt the weight of their bones
But after so long, it's often hard
To tell the truth
Apart from fiction
And if you've ever read about the Devil
Then you know that I fit his description
And if you get close enough
It's really hard to see a difference
We are flawed, and that makes us human
Because we are made in a flawed image
And when the serpent spoke to us
Darling, Eve, we listened
So tell me who are we to decide
What is hell, and what is heaven
When we are the ones who walked out of the Garden
I went out, alone
Yesterday, into the woods
And I returned to the grave where I dug us up
I reburied us there, every memory
Every piece I had saved
Ever pound of hate, and every ounce of love
Deep beneath the earth and dirt
SIX FEET OF DUST
But, darling, I am afraid
That it will not be enough