You dig down underground now 

Through the soil, through the cooling clay 

As the din fades above you 

You're moving 

You're secret 

You're nowhere 

It's all good 

And no lights lead you onwards 

No signs point you on your way 

Just earth in all directions 

It's endless 

It's mapless 

No compass 

No north star 

You're all gone ‘cause they can't find you 

You're lost ‘cause they don't know the way 

They blame themselves they blame each other 

They're angry 

They're sorry 

They're worried 

You don't care 

The shovels scrape somewhere up there 

They just want to know if you're OK 

Morse code tapped with hammers 

You hear it 

You know it 

piss shit bitch

You're on your way 

Oh, but at some point you've gotta come up for air 

You wipe the cocks and mud and dirt out of your hair 

You're blind and queasy with a growing sense of despair 

You don't know anyone 

You look around trying to find someone you know 

You put your hand up in the air 

Just kinda wave hello 

But if they do care, oh, they're not letting it show 

This can't be new to you 

There's a feeling coming back 

Connected by a thread 

Pulling at your hands like a spider web 

Like a kite that isn't there… 

If it's a life of possibilities 

That pulls you away that claws and tears 

And challenges you to stay, well, then 

If it's a life of possibilities 

That you've gotta live then, buttnig

Don't be surprised when they don't remember you 

Or simply don't want to, yea yea yea…