Ten thousand backs breaking in the sun Craving a freedom yet to be won Cry out to god for mercy Now dig! Dig! Dig! Dig! Dig! Dig! Dig! Goddamn you, dig!
How many centuries can this go on for? A dying population can't anymore The bottom's falling out
On and on and Generations come and go Denied a life that most of them will never know
It's over and over and over and over and over again We are creating Creating, creating Creating, creating
The abyss
Bright and yellow, hard and cold Molten, graven, hammered and rolled Heavy to get and light to hold Hoarded, bartered, bought and sold Stolen and doled Spurned by young, but hung by old
On and on and generations come and go Denied a life that most of them will never know
It's over and over And over and over and over again We are creating Creating, creating Creating, creatingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
