History seems like it didn't exist   Just a photograph or   A fictitious book that I read   My father had his sins   Passed down to me   It makes me shake   It makes me spin   It leaves me sick   And in the corner again      We must dig that dirt   For all the gold lies in the earth   We get tired and we sleep   Because we know   Our holes can only be so deep      Now I'm laying low   Huddled beneath my sheets   Forgetting my living ghosts   Trying to get back sincerity   Just when i thought   I'd never be lonely again   You said you needed to go home   And now I'm left alone   Kicking gravel all alone      We must dig that dirt   Fir all the gold that lies in the earth   We get tired and we sleep   Because we know   Our holes can only be so deep