You say you watch the walls,
What do you see, what do you see?
You say you've seen it all,

Do you see me, do you see me?
I see the tired, the weak, the ones who needed sleep
I see the low down dirty wash their hands of the world.

I see the first, the last, the future and the past,
I see your body breathing but your minds asleep


Digging holes, getting old
Now you know why the people don't love you
Digging Holes, getting old

Now you know, now you know.

You're turning into stone,

But is it real, is it real?
Like a leper on your throne,
How does it feel, what do you feel?

I feel the strands of time, like branches in my mind
I feel the low down dirty wash their hands in my earth
I feel reborn, alive, for the first time in my life

I feel my body sleeping now my mind can breathe



This could be the start of something new, new
This could be the start of something new...
Digging holes, getting old

Now you know why the people don't love you
Digging Holes, getting old
Now you know, now you know.