Land Of The Lost

Like drones to their makers
Like pigs in the trough
Never souls, we are numbers
In the land of the lost

Dig

Guilt is the weight of the mind
Heavy as heaven, cold as the night
Pain is the price of denial
The promise of hell in the devil's design
In the devil's design
The promise of hell

Are you a righteous boy?
Are you a penitent girl?
We've been down so long
We forgot why we were searching
But there's bodies in the basement
And there's dirt on the soul
There's a presence of omnipotence
Reaching down to guide us all

Keep digging
Keep digging the hole down deeper
Keep digging
Keep digging, the whole thing runs on

Hope is the hollow inside
Empty in promise, it echoes the mind
Faith is the noose that we wind
The prayer that tomorrow will forgive our lies
Will forgive our lies
The prayer for tomorrow

Are you unholy boy?
Are you a godless girl?
We've been down so long
We forgot why we were kneeling
But there's a dream they can sell you
For a credit on your soul
So bite the hand or bite the bullet
No choice you make will breed control

Keep digging
Keep digging the hole down deeper
Keep digging
Keep digging, the whole thing runs on

Like drones to their makers
Like pigs in the trough
Never souls, we are numbers
In the land of the lost
In the land of the lost
In the land of the lost

And they're leading us down like lambs to the slaughter

They're leading us down like lambs to the slaughter
They're grinding us down

Keep digging
Keep digging the hole down deeper
Keep digging
Keep digging, the whole thing runs on

Keep digging
Keep digging
Keep digging
Keep digging
The whole thing runs on blood

Keep digging
The whole thing runs on blood