Since 1848

This deficit of currency

Is weighing heavy

Parasitic suit coats

Shoving threats strait down my neck

I'm onward west

Searching for the pay dirt

Tearing at the earth

To compensate my addiction

Pennants for dependence on the monetary kings

So count me in, I'm too far gone

I'll bury my soul beneath this dirt

As I tear apart this wretched earth

Sever the treasure from this soil

I strive to find who I once was

But it's buried deep

Deep within this endless pit

Of god forsaken mud

Salvation lies beneath the surface

Reparation for the serpents

Restitution for the vicious ones

Trading in the heaviest shoulders

For the smallest of boulders

Turning tables on the man who tells you

That "gold won't save you. Nothing can."

So count me in, I'm too far gone

I'll bury my soul beneath this dirt

As I tear apart this wretched earth

Sever the treasure from this soil

I strive to find who I once was

But it's buried deep

Deep within this endless pit

Of god forsaken mud

I strive to find who I once was

But my future found me first

Deep within this endless pit

Of godforsaken mud

They regret it now, the threats they made

Life in exchange for what is due

For what is due

They regret it now, the threats they made

Life in exchange for what is due

(For what is due)

They say never contend with men

Who have nothing to lose

I'll bury my soul beneath this dirt

As I tear apart this wretched earth

Sever the treasure from this soil

I strive to find who I once was

But it's buried deep

Deep within this endless pit

Of god forsaken mud

I strive to find who I once was

But my future found me first

Deep within this endless pit

Of godforsaken mud