Wolftananzug Digging Coal
They are digging hearts
Below the surface
With an iron lung
And a shovel of dust
The steel it pours
Into walls of granite
They never cared
All covered in mud
In here I am unknown
And my weakness shows
If I just take one more step
Maybe then I'll be home
Digging coal
Running low
Digging coal
This infectious, outrageous, god-forgotten hellhole
The color of shit, and the rolling in the dirt
They keep me in shackles, the key is made of fishbone
And I
Complain about breathing-rights, irresponsibly revoked
The taste of burning rubber leaves me flat upon the floor
All we are waiting for: another crucifixion
While I am still digging coal
They are pushing carts
Along the railway
The flying sparks
Consumed in the dark
It is upon us
To find a meaning
In a menial task
And the tunnels run deep
In here I am unknown
And my weakness shows
If I just take one more step
Maybe then I'll be home
Digging coal
Running low
Digging coal
This infectuous, outrageous, god-forgotten hellhole
The color of shit, and the rolling in the dirt
They keep me in shackles, the key is made of fishbone
And I
Complain about breathing-rights, irresponsibly revoked
The taste of burning rubber leaves me flat upon the floor
All we are waiting for: another crucifixion
While I am still digging coal
