They are digging hearts

Below the surface

With an iron lung

And a shovel of dust

The steel it pours

Into walls of granite

They never cared

All covered in mud



In here I am unknown

And my weakness shows

If I just take one more step

Maybe then I'll be home



Digging coal

Running low

Digging coal



This infectious, outrageous, god-forgotten hellhole

The color of shit, and the rolling in the dirt

They keep me in shackles, the key is made of fishbone

And I

Complain about breathing-rights, irresponsibly revoked

The taste of burning rubber leaves me flat upon the floor

All we are waiting for: another crucifixion

While I am still digging coal



They are pushing carts

Along the railway

The flying sparks

Consumed in the dark

It is upon us

To find a meaning

In a menial task

And the tunnels run deep



In here I am unknown

And my weakness shows

If I just take one more step

Maybe then I'll be home



Digging coal

Running low

Digging coal



This infectuous, outrageous, god-forgotten hellhole

The color of shit, and the rolling in the dirt

They keep me in shackles, the key is made of fishbone

And I

Complain about breathing-rights, irresponsibly revoked

The taste of burning rubber leaves me flat upon the floor

All we are waiting for: another crucifixion

While I am still digging coal