You dig down underground now 
Through the soil, through the cooling clay 
As the din fades above you 
You're moving 
You're secret 
You're nowhere 
It's all good 
And no lights lead you onwards 
No signs point you on your way 
Just earth in all directions 
It's endless 
It's mapless  [bad word] 
No north star 
You're all gone 'cause they can't find you 
You're lost 'cause they don't know the way 
They blame themselves they blame each other 
They're angry 
They're sorry 
They're worried 
You don't care 
The shovels scrape somewhere up there 
They just want to know if you're OK 
Morse code tapped with hammers 
You hear it 
You know it 
You're on your way 
Oh, but at some point you've [bad word] up for air 
You wipe the [bad word] and mud and dirt out of your hair 
You're blind and queasy with a growing sense of despair 
You don't know anyone 
You look around trying to find someone you know 
You put your hand up in the air 
Just kinda wave hello 
But if they do care, oh, they're not letting it show 
This can't be new to you 
There's a [bad word] back 
Connected by a thread 
Pulling at your hands like a spider web 
Like a kite that isn't there
If it's a life of possibilities 
That pulls you away that claws and tears 
And challenges you to stay, well, then 
If it's a life of possibilities 
That you've gotta live then, buttnig
Don't be surprised when they don't remember you 
Or simply don't want to, yea yea yea