these nights are getting colder and i m losing my patience the ghost of our past has been quietly creeping stabbing at our spines begging for an answer or at least a more appropriate way to die these distorted pleasures that have been given at the denied excess to the masses we re fueled by greed and fueled by the hate and fueled by the absent minded chorus dig down dig down dig down dig down into empty pockets with an endless strife of the wartorn hand and the stained glass eye of the mourning mother who weeps to quench my dehydrated soul this community has been lost our sanity has been spent on what is got and never what has been given these centuries have slipped like sand in the palms of time this programmed acceptance of routine where the wealthy prosper and the poor die young wandering the streets like zombies waiting for their resurrection and the sleepless rest not with the setting sun but six feet down with eyes forced shut chorus i can t say that i m sad that s the least of my worries this apathy has got ahold and grim s been calling for me our frozen smiles paint that picture of a life we ll never lead and together we ll fall through the remnants of our decaying past our mirror come up empty and reflection has been lost chorus