This field guide's got no soul Digging for the sacred in a man-made hole The soil gets harder, the shovel won't behave I just dug myself into a six foot
Infertile wet soil's where it begins. Composition. Mud and skin. Blessed scavengers foraging through the thing once fetal, but not dead. The messengers
Black Paul? I'm enquirin' on behalf of his soul I'd be beholdin' to ya all for a little information Just a little indication, just who will dig the hole
Again I reach out in the dark in despair The desperation and the snow The feeling of finally coming back home The melancholy and the hole in the soil
fear for what I am Is the fall of man Swen land of the free live in the shit you bathe yourself God of your world This piss stained mortuary hole Just
She tripped on a hole That I'd dug in the soil To be part of a human garden I couldn't stand In the straight postured sun But you stood in the mud Which
planets for the ? ? lands when I spit out and hurl words It's a Stronghold writer's guild, Cannibal Ox take over your herd We planted our flags on your soils
Who loves pain? Life is not worth livin' It's evil We're all demons today Come down and feel the pain It burns straight through you And makes a hole
(Check it out) Tell me what you want Get what you deserve or maybe what you need Uh, tell me what you need So fill my hole with precious dirt, love Till the soil
this grave I will exhume Horrid flesh my blade consumes As I destroy your earthen tomb! Vacant Grave To remove my rotting prize From the soil the box
and displayed Decomposed and posed as I prepare another plate On my nefandous noctuary I diligently toil For a carcass exfodiated from hallowed soil
's nice and warm No more blisters from a walkin' plow or chokin' the weedin' hole I just leave the land the way it is and watch good money grow Soil banks
they birth confused Who's to be praised, the mighty dollar or almighty Allah I'm like the farmer, plantin' words, people are seeds My truth is the soil
that away from me I'll chase the chaser endlessly Until the chaser chases me We emptied out the soil into a big container We made a little hole and
his hobbit hole But why's it so cold? Santa cooked your Christmas in his hobbit hole But why's it so cold? Santa cooked your Christmas in his hobbit hole
I trust to dead ones, raised from their graves Soil of the graveyard moved by shovel Oaked lid of coffin, I find from that hole At the dead of the night
burn in the fire of our regret All the time we've wasted Spent fighting It's blood and it's runnin' down the stairs Freeze the frame Between the gunshot and the hole