Down

Long days long nights
Digging away bleeding life
Hot sand dry lips
Birds wait for me to be dead meat

Getting deeper deeper into the ground
Waiting for that harsh sound
Not driven love not driven by hate
Driven by greed on which we all, all, suffocate

Down down down... Deep into the ground

Be the man be the first to take a bite into the treasure
Everyone will hear the sound of the gold knife, dropping down

Die rich and young or not live at all
At least that's what this man was being told
At this point it's not about Californian gold
Its about finding his long lost blackened sold soul

Be the man be the first to take bite into the treasure
Everyone will hear the sound of the gold knife dropping down
Everyone will hear the sound of the gold knife in your heart

Shovel hits the brown dirt
Yes he heard it he was the first
Cause what he opened wasn't sand
It was gold prosperity in his hands
But the man didn't understand
That his fate was slowly slowly coming to an end
Cause by now he was two feet from hell
And there was no one around no one to tell

Down, down, down... Deep into the ground



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan De Medina
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