Digging Too Deep

Tell me I'll find them Tell me they're not gone
Tell me I'm not sick Tell me I'm not wrong
They built homes under our house
Their catacombs are under my house

And I knew, but you don't believe me
Long summer days, digging down
To retrieve three
Tablets of gold A myth that explains us

'Cause I was digging too deep I didn't know about the beast
If I'd had left this alone
Forgotten to time
Trapped in the limestone
Would I be having these dreams
Where I'm the prey in a hunt
By the lizards in blue jeans
I must be getting so close They're making mistakes
I see them in the shadows

Tell me you hear them Tell me I'm not alone
Say that I'm right again Say I can come home
At night they climb to my house They claim to be me in my house
And I knew, but you let this happen. They look to me as they kiss my kids

'Cause I was digging too deep I struck a primitive evil
A breach of the peace And now it's hunting me down
Never should have been digging in that burial ground
Or was this there all along
Lying dormant within me Like a trick of the nomenon
I guess I'll head underground My identity's his
And he's wearing the black crown

Then in the spring of 1986 I started a fire there
And returned to the surface