Bound with iron chain, solitary feed me to the grey We dig fields of apathy, excavating endless burial mounds Heavy lies the ground I get what I give, so I die where I dig Never go home, just tunnel a hole inside this field of apathy Never giving what I could, I get what I give Never wanting more so I die where I dig Never wanting more so I die where I dig Illusionist grant us safety nets made of your decaying sutures and of Fraying string, wave your white gloves, enrapture me and send us ease Leave us all to rot inside the facade A solitary man ragged and worn I cross out days on the wall and I beg for mercy Were begging for mercy, ragged and worn Beg for mercy, beg I get what I give, so I'll die where I dig I get what I give, so I'll die where I dig