Battered - The Dig Lyrics
I hate with what is left of meToo blind to reasonToo dumb to knowI don't care....I probed your *****ing head there was nothing thereBut I hope to God that when I step back,I will see I was wrong, tough I know that I'm notHard on the outside, ripe withinBut when I dig, I find...I paint these walls with what is left of youI blend I shade, but its all, white on whiteSome day you might look back on who you wereBut if you can think, I'm pressed to believeYou will find it hard to get up off your knees but...It takes manifest in this,Clarity/rageThat I stacked up,And now it's all coming downYou social slave,You better be goneThat you insist to persistDoesn't make you a manAshamed, when I find that all that you are...A living confirmation of my thoughtsBut when it all goes down you should know this:That you need a fix need a push over this,Cause the hour has comeThe world has moved onPeel a layer of social distortionYour face is laid bare, and this notion springs...I fear if I know you, and God do I know you,Its all for the bestIgnorance is blissAnd now you've come roundYou're complete, you're profoundYou're perfectIn a certain wayBut here you lay, just a frame, just a shame,Cause time caught upCaught up with you todayHard on the outsideRipe withinBut when I dig I find thingsYou would not believe
