Bound with iron chain
Solitary feed me to the grey
We dig fields of apathy
Excavating endless burial mounds
Heavy lies the ground
(Heavy lies the ground)
(Heavy lies the ground)
(Heavy lies the ground)
(Heavy lies the ground)
I get what I give (heavy lies the ground)
So, I die where I dig (heavy lies the ground)
I get what I give (heavy lies the ground)
So, I die where I dig (heavy lies the ground)
Never go home
Just tunnel a hole inside this field of apathy
Never giving what I could, I get what I give
Never wanting more so, I die where I dig
(I die where I dig)
Never wanting more so, I die where I dig
Illusionist, grant us safety nets made of your decaying
Sutures and of fraying string
Wave your white gloves, enrapture me and send us ease
Leave us all to rot inside the facade
A solitary man ragged and worn
I cross out days on the wall and I beg for mercy
We're begging for mercy
Ragged and worn
Beg for mercy, beg
I get what I give
So, I'll die where I dig
I get what I give
So, I'll die where I dig
