Get to digging!
You spit out dust
But the soils yours
Each breath you fake
The echo scores
The words you bent are folding back
They crack your name they split the track
Don’t beg for calm
You forged this pace
Each step you took erased your grace
That hole you hoped would catch your fall
Its fit to size and six feet tall
Get to Digging
Let the chips fall where they may
Ill provide the shovel today
Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave
Let the chips fall where they may
Its your death day
Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave!
No chains on me you pulled your weight
Each scheme you wove just fed the Hate
You called it war then hid the blade
Turned from truth and named it shade
You praised decay
Then faked your guilt
But graves don’t care for whom they’re built
Your whisper thin I see right through
Forget about me lets talk about you, Dig!
Let the chips fall where they may
Ill provide the shovel today
Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave! Dig!
Let the chips fall where they may
Its your death day
Find yourself a nice piece of ground and dig!
Six feet ain’t deep enough for you
Six feet ain’t deep enough for you
Six feet ain’t deep
And dig your own Grave!
Six feet ain’t deep enough for you Motherfucker!
Let the chips fall where they may
Ill provide the shovel today
Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave!Dig!
Let the chips fall where they may
Ill provide the shovel today
Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave
Let the chips fall where they may
Welcome to your death day
Find yourself a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave!
Get to digging!
Six feet ain’t deep enough for you!
