Dig Down

These nights are getting colder

And I'm losing my patience

The ghost of our past

Has been quietly creeping

Stabbing at our spines

Begging for an answer

Or at least a more

Appropriate way to die

These distorted pleasures

That have been given

At the denied excess

To the masses

We're fueled by greed

And fueled by the hate

And fueled by the absent minded

Dig down dig down dig down dig down

Into empty pockets

With an endless strife

Of the wartorn hand

And the stained glass eye

Of the mourning mother

Who weeps to quench

My dehydrated soul

This community has been lost

Our sanity has been spent

On what is got

And never what has been given

These centuries have slipped

Like sand in the palms of time

This programmed acceptance of routine

Where the wealthy prosper

And the poor die young

Wandering the streets like zombies

Waiting for their resurrection

And the sleepless rest

Not with the setting sun

But six feet down

With eyes forced shut

Dig down dig down dig down dig down

Into empty pockets

With an endless strife

Of the wartorn hand

And the stained glass eye

Of the mourning mother

Who weeps to quench

My dehydrated soul

I can't say that I'm sad

That's the least of my worries

This apathy has got ahold

And grim's been calling for me

Our frozen smiles paint that picture

Of a life we'll never lead

And together we'll fall

Through the remnants

Of our decaying past

Our mirror come up empty

And reflection has been lost

Dig down dig down dig down dig down

Into empty pockets

With an endless strife

Of the wartorn hand

And the stained glass eye

Of the mourning mother

Who weeps to quench

My dehydrated soul