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