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Here in this hole that we fixed
We get further and further and further
For what
We must do
I saw you asleep beside a hole
Your skull inside a hole
Your eyes blankened by the sound
And the thought of God
Where should I hang my head?
Where would you like for me
To hang my head
One absent truth
The one horrible thing I saw
What you truly wanted to become
And who you thought I was
The fall, the fall,
Afraid, the blood
Runs deeper than the grave
It goes all the way down those tracks
Everybody bow your head
For the greatest inspiration
A complete contradiction
Of ways.
In this hole that we have fixed
