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