Stoic Faces

All these stoic faces Walking around this town Well I guess they all got that way From always looking down Trying to hide the tears And the pain from all the work Lord knows the work round here Well it usually tends to hurt You can't hide that darkness When it's wrapped around your eyes From spending all your days Somewhere down there in the mines Sometimes that darkness Can crawl into your head Until the hearing things and seeing shit Gets you wishing you were dead But you push past that burden And build the walls up in your head 'Cause you've got mouths at home And they're all begging to be fed They think you're their everything But they're really yours instead They'll miss you through the night But they'll love you 'til the end