Keep Digging Letra

Seconds seeming hours.
No sign of relief.
Said seconds seeming hours no sign of relief.

Now fucking tremble.
I said fucking tremble.

We are losing face and angles to this circle shaped existence.

Tasting dull like rubber mouthed movie screens and overexploited dramatics. Dramatics.

I cannot cry.
Cannot cry.
Cannot cry.

(Keep digging.)

This reality is overwhelming in heads like grave plots and concrete fences.

Can you remember...
The last time...
You were frightened?