With every grave you dug for yourself
There's another hole that needs to be filled
But if not with yourself, then with what then?
At what point do you tell yourself
That you should stay away?
At what point to do you convince yourself
That the only way out is down?

With every dark moon that overcasts
Your little crater
Is a century's time to get out alive
But maybe you'll strike it rich
With the brightest hole
Stick amongst the roots and
Insects that make their way down
To you
To keep you some company

Anyone can dig a hole
But it takes a real man to call it home