Mom says I'm grounded, I'm dead and astounded, I'm far from the sun, in the ground it's much louder, DIG.

Dad says I'm dying but he could be lying, my brain tells me bad things without even trying, DIG.

I see the big picture, it looks like a creature, it looks nothing like me but we share some features, DIG.

Curse turned around, I'm pulling myself from the ground, the sun burns out, and vultures are circling.
Nine swords turned, the rest of the deck will be burned, spread the ash, the wind is circling.
Ships run aground, a storm pushed us into the sound, dead end path, a final curtain.

a rain of ash, a rolling tide
buried in waves, flashes of light
the ink of the sea, the white of the eye
an infinite depth, a spiraling sky
an anchor to hold, a chain to bind
no answers to come, no secret to find
no hope in the moon, a closing eye
no thread in the loom, no reason why

Friends say I'm empty, but I know a secret, they're full of something, and barely conceal it, DIG.

We're all up screaming, but keeping a tight lip, I'll give us one weekend before we all jump ship, DIG.

"Well, what is the answer?", you're asking bad questions, the tests we're all failing provide no real lessons, DIG.

Curse turned around, I'm pulling myself from the ground, the sun burns out, and vultures are circling.
Nine swords turned, the rest of the deck will be burned, spread the ash, the wind is circling.
Ships run aground, a storm pushed us into the sound, dead end path, a final curtain.