Under the Gravestone

If I was a bird I'd fly into a ceiling fan
One on high speed in a fancy open restaurant
I'd choose my timing at the peak of dinner rush
So malicious, bird on dishes, all my body parts
But I'm not a bird
I'm just a man trying to get by
6 years later, got a piece of paper still not better off
Supposed to have money, supposed to be happy
But 60k in debt, shitty paycheck, how's that better off

So, I got issues and you can't tell me you don't
We all end up the same under the gravestone
I really wish you, wish you could tell me I don't
We all end up the same under the gravestone

If I were a ghost I'd haunt you like my past.
Like a prison, dark and vivid, thoughts you can't shake off
I'd choose my timing in the middle of the night
Shadows dancing, echoes laughing, scratches on the wall
But I'm not a ghost
I'm just a man haunted from inside
It stays hidden, this mask it lives in deceiving all the time
This darkness in me gotta bring it to the light
Feeling deranged, I dig for some change in the hole that is my life

So, I got issues and you can't tell me you don't
We all end up the same under the gravestone
I really wish you, wish you could tell me I don't
We all end up the same under the gravestone

Oh, under the gravestone
Under the gravestone

So, I got issues and you can't tell me you don't
We all end up the same under the gravestone
I really wish you, wish you could tell me I don't
We all end up the same under the gravestone