Like drones to their makers Like pigs in the trough Never souls, we are numbers In the land of the lost
Dig
Guilt is the weight of the mind Heavy as heaven, cold as the night Pain is the price of denial The promise of hell in the devil's design In the devil's design The promise of hell
Are you a righteous boy? Are you a penitent girl? We've been down so long We forgot why we were searching But there's bodies in the basement And there's dirt on the soul There's a presence of omnipotence Reaching down to guide us all
Keep digging Keep digging the hole down deeper Keep digging Keep digging, the whole thing runs on...
Hope is the hollow inside Empty in promise, it echoes the mind Faith is the noose that we wind The prayer that tomorrow will forgive our lies Will forgive our lies The prayer for tomorrow
Are you unholy boy? Are you a godless girl? We've been down so long We forgot why we were kneeling But there's a dream they can sell you For a credit on your soul So bite the hand or bite the bullet No choice you make will breed control
Keep digging Keep digging the hole down deeper Keep digging Keep digging, the whole thing runs on...
Like drones to their makers Like pigs in the trough Never souls, we are numbers In the land of the lost In the land of the lost In the land of the lost
And they're leading us down like lambs to the slaughter
They're leading us down like lambs to the slaughter They're grinding us down
Keep digging Keep digging the hole down deeper Keep digging Keep digging, the whole thing runs on...
Keep digging Keep digging Keep digging Keep digging The whole thing runs on blood
Keep digging The whole thing runs on bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
