History seems like it didn't exist
Just a photograph or
A fictitious book that I read
My father had his sins
Pa**ed down to me
It makes me shake
It makes me spin
It leaves me sick
And in the corner again
We must dig that dirt
For all the gold lies in the earth
We get tired and we sleep
Because we know
Our holes can only be so deep
Now I'm laying low
Huddled beneath my sheets
Forgetting my living ghosts
Trying to get back sincerity
Just when i thought
I'd never be lonely again
You said you needed to go home
And now I'm left alone
Kicking gravel all alone
We must dig that dirt
Fir all the gold that lies in the earth
We get tired and we sleep
Because we know
Our holes can only be so deep