Dig Down
[00:15.92] These nights are getting colder
[00:18.45] and I'm losing my patience
[00:21.80] the ghost of our past
[00:24.08] has been quietly creeping
[00:27.33] stabbing at our spines
[00:28.83] begging for an answer
[00:30.08] or at least a more
[00:31.58] appropriate way to die
[00:33.08] these distorted pleasures
[00:35.83] that have been given
[00:39.08] at the denied excess
[00:40.33] to the masses
[00:41.83] we're fueled by greed
[00:42.58] and fueled by the hate
[00:43.33] and fueled by the absent minded
[00:44.47] BREAK
[00:47.58] Dig down dig down dig down dig down
[00:53.56] with an endless strife
[00:54.71] of the wartorn hand
[00:55.76] and the stained glass eye
[00:56.90] of the mourning mother
[00:57.81] who weeps to quench
[00:58.61] my dehydrated soul
[01:01.81] BREAK
[01:12.88] This community has been lost
[01:14.52] our sanity has been spent
[01:16.27] on what is got
[01:17.27] and never what has been given
[01:18.77] these centuries have slipped
[01:20.27] like sand in the palms of time
[01:21.77] this programmed acceptance of routine
[01:23.27] where the wealthy prosper
[01:25.01] and the poor die young
[01:27.51] wandering the streets like zombies
[01:29.01] waiting for their resurrection
[01:30.51] and the sleepless rest
[01:32.01] not with the setting sun
[01:33.26] but six feet down
[01:34.77] with eyes forced shut
[01:37.01] BREAK
[01:39.26] Dig down dig down dig down dig down
[01:45.27] into empty pockets
[01:46.01] with an endless strife
[01:46.76] of the wartorn hand
[01:47.76] and the stained glass eye
[01:47.91] of the mourning mother
[01:49.15] who weeps to quench
[01:50.15] my dehydrated soul
[01:53.40] BREAK
[02:04.40] I can't say that I'm sad
[02:06.90] that's the least of my worries
[02:10.65] this apathy has got ahold
[02:13.65] and grim's been calling for me
[02:16.90] our frozen smiles paint that picture
[02:18.65] of a life we'll never lead
[02:19.65] and together we'll fall
[02:22.65] through the remnants
[02:24.40] of our decaying past
[02:25.65] our mirror come up empty
[02:27.15] and reflection has been lost
[02:29.40] Dig down dig down dig down dig down
[02:31.69] dig down dig down dig down dig down
[02:34.65] into empty pockets
[02:35.65] with an endless strife
[02:36.40] of the wartorn hand
[02:37.15] and the stained glass eye
[02:37.90] of the mourning mother
[02:38.65] who weeps to quench
[02:39.40] my dehydrated soul
[02:42.90] Dig down dig down dig down dig down
[02:54.49] BREAK
