Dig (II)

Hard to know what you've been shown When all you're shown are lies Black ink put on this page Above a dotted line Oh, oh Oh, oh Yeah, there's this hole in my soul So, how far do you wanna go? Yeah, I'll give it away If it's what you say This hold, it grows, can you feel it too? I mean if that's what you want It's up to you Dig to fake, it's give and take And hollow offerings Dig to probe intention through These lines of questioning Oh, oh Oh, oh Yeah, there's this hole in my soul So, how far do you wanna go? Yeah, I'll give it away If it's what you say This hold, it grows, can you feel it too? I mean if that's what you want It's up to you I'm still reeling from the mess I made Still reeling from the mess I made Still reeling from the mess I made Still reeling from the mess I made