There's a big rock inside me,
a rock stucked in my soul.
It's a rock of anger and hate.
You can't remove it anymmore,
you're many years to late.
The rock is growing,
it's getting heavier.
It becomes a part of me.
I didn't make it, you are his creater,
but that is something you don't see.
The rock is unremoveble now,
I have to carry it on.
It's getting bigger and bigger.
And I know that if I keep it I'll die,
I'm playing my own grave digger.
I'm digging my own grave,
I reserve my own place in hell.
I feel the rock grow everytime I lie.
It will grow untill it's to big for me,
and that will be the day I die.