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Get to digging!

Get to digging!

You spit out dust

But the soils yours

Each breath you fake

The echo scores

The words you bent are folding back

They crack your name they split the track

Don't beg for calm

You forged this pace

Each step you took erased your grace

That hole you hoped would catch your fall

It's fit to size and six feet tall

Get to digging

Let the chips fall where they may

I'll provide the shovel today

Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave

Let the chips fall where they may

It's your death day

Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave!

No chains on me, you pulled your weight

Each scheme you wove just fed the Hate

You called it war then hid the blade

Turned from truth and named it shade

You praised decay

Then faked your guilt

But graves don't care for whom they're built

Your whisper thin I see right through

Forget about me lets talk about you, Dig!

Let the chips fall where they may

I'll provide the shovel today

Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave! Dig!

Let the chips fall where they may

It's your death day

Find yourself a nice piece of ground and dig!

Six feet ain't deep enough for you

Six feet ain't deep enough for you

Six feet ain't deep

And dig your own Grave!

Six feet ain't deep enough for you Motherfucker!

Six feet ain't deep enough for you

Let the chips fall where they may

I'll provide the shovel today

Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave! Dig!

Let the chips fall where they may

I'll provide the shovel today

Find a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave

Let the chips fall where they may

Welcome to your death day

Find yourself a nice piece of ground and dig your own grave!

Get to digging!

Six feet ain't deep enough for you!