I've got a shovel on my shoulder, and I'm ready to dig
I'm ready to sift through the soil under my feet
I'm ready to dig through the snakes & the bugs & the worms
The depths and the darkness are of little concern
Ive hung up my efforts on a ten foot high pole
I've thrown away all my life, and any sign of a soul
I've tossed aside reason and all slivers of belief
I've been digging for years, now I'm down on my knees
I've got blisters & splinters, I've got bleeding palms
I've got holes in my logic and my understanding is flawed
I've got tears streaming down, forming layers of mud
I've been sifting the dirt for so long and pushing away any traces of love
I'm gaining a broken back, along with a sunken chest
Stitching together the seams of a smile, is a trick I know best
All these days I've been digging my life into a hole
I've been digging deeper and deeper, I dug right through my soul
I've buried myself, too deep to crawl out of the depths
I'm a wanderer now, having died without death
