dig

Hard to know what you've been shown

When all you're shown are lies

Black ink put up on this page

Above the dotted line

Yeah, there's this hole in my soul

So how far do you wanna go?

You know I'd give it away

If it's what you say

And this hold

Well, it grows

Can you feel it too?

I mean, if that's what you want

It's all up to you

Dig to fake this give and take

In hollow offerings

Dig to probe intention through

These lines of questioning

Yeah, there's this hole in my soul

So how far do you wanna go?

You know I'd give it away

If it's what you say

And this hold

Well, it grows

Can you feel it too?

I mean, if that's what you want

It's all up to you

I'm still reelin' from the mess I made

I'm still reelin' from the mess I made

I'm still reelin' from the mess I made

Still reelin' from the mess I made