dig

Hard to know what you’ve been shown
When all you’re shown are lies
Black ink put up on this page, above the dotted line
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Yeah, there’s this hole in my soul
So how far do you wanna go?
You know I’d give it away if it’s what you say
This hold, it grows, can you feel it too?
I mean if that’s what you want
It’s all up to you
Dig to fake, this give and take
In hollow offerings
Dig to probe intention through these lines of questioning
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Yeah, there’s this hole in my soul
So how far do you wanna go?
You know I’ll give it away if it’s what you say
This hold, it grows, can you feel it too?
I mean if that’s what you want
It’s all up to you
I’m still reeling from the mess I made
Still reeling from the mess I made
Still reeling from the mess I made
Still reeling from the mess I made