Bound with iron chain Solitary feed me to the grey We dig fields of apathy Excavating endless burial mounds Heavy lies the ground (Heavy lies the ground) (Heavy lies the ground) (Heavy lies the ground) (Heavy lies the ground) I get what I give (heavy lies the ground) So, I die where I dig (heavy lies the ground) I get what I give (heavy lies the ground) So, I die where I dig (heavy lies the ground) Never go home Just tunnel a hole inside this field of apathy Never giving what I could, I get what I give Never wanting more so, I die where I dig (I die where I dig) Never wanting more so, I die where I dig ♪ Illusionist, grant us safety nets made of your decaying Sutures and of fraying string Wave your white gloves, enrapture me and send us ease Leave us all to rot inside the facade A solitary man ragged and worn I cross out days on the wall and I beg for mercy We're begging for mercy Ragged and worn Beg for mercy, beg ♪ I get what I give So, I'll die where I dig I get what I give So, I'll die where I dig