The Dirt

The dirt
The dirt
If there's a point to this shit, it's a mystery
We're loyal to the toil 'til we're history
We're standing on the truth
We're all connected and the soil is proof
The dirt serves a purpose
But we're worthless 'til we're underneath the surface
So when they peel back the sod
That's the closest that you'll ever get to God

Whoever made us all
Made it hard to believe
Whoever dug the hole
Made your only reprieve
Whoever made the dust
Made the dust to last
Whoever made the sun
Made it set too fast

Whoever made us all
Made it hard to believe
Whoever dug the hole
Made your only reprieve
Whoever made the dust
Made the dust to last
Whoever made the sun
Made it set too fast

Whoever made us all
Made it hard to believe
Whoever dug the hole
Made your only reprieve
Whoever made the dust
Made the dust to last
Whoever made the sun
Made it set too fast

Whoever made us all
Made it hard to believe
Whoever dug the hole
Made your only reprieve
Whoever made the dust
Made the dust to last
Whoever made the sun
Made it set too fast



Credits
Writer(s): Chase Dingle
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