Here in this place

Where the Sun doesn't reach

And the song can't be heard

Where the hopefuls don't preach

Deep in this hole

This world underneath

We swing our arms

And clench our teeth

And our shovels' faces

Smash through the earth

And throw it aside

As we've done since birth

So far down we have come

And farther we'll go

Seaching for answers

We may never know

Our strength doesn't fade

And our tools never break

For we can never stop digging

Our lives, it will take

This world is so hollow

We've known this is true

But as shrill as your cries grow

We can't hear you...

We can't hear you...

We dig.

Our faces are black

As the cold, ashy ground

And we whistle no tunes

The shovels are our sound

We speak of no memories

For this is all we've ever known

And we speak of no weather

Where wind has never blown

The only voices to be heard

Come when picks make their mark

And make their shrill echoes

Into the neverending dark

Darker and furthur

We work on and on

We've chosen to do this

Until our bodies are gone

And long after this world ends

And has ceased to be

We'll still be digging

To the brink of infinity

This world is so hollow

We've known this is true

But as shrill as your cries grow

We can't hear you...

We can't hear you...

We dig.