Just keep digging, digging, digging
Down that hole
Clawing, scraping, tearing to the bone
Never wait or hesitate to feed the hollow
Biting off more than we could ever swallow
Here we go around that halo of hope
Keeping close the miracles we chose
We keep tilling, churning, turning over every stone
Running, chasing to and from the hollow
The river won't tell us which way to go
Chaos of the lost
Filling that hole with our weight in gold
Careless of the cost
Voices clashing causing a prophecy of noise
Crosses cracking, crumbling, fall into the void
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Waiting to choke every opposing throat
The river won't tell us which way to go
Chaos of the lost
Filling that hole with our weight in gold
Careless of the cost. Confusion of the cross
Confusion of the lost...
In the land of scatterbrains who will lead the way
Chaos comes from the cross
Monetary masquerade
Religious rat race
Do or die and down the drain,
Fight of flight parade
The river won't tell us which way to go
Chaos of the lost
Filling that hole with our weight in gold
Careless of the cost...
Confusion of the cross...
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lyrics for The river, the 7th song of the 11 recorded for the album From birth to burial, with a total running time of , by 10 Years. It was released on via , and produced by .
