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

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

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

Keep digging

Keep digging

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

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

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

Keep digging, the whole thing runs on blood