Digging quickly, layers of clay and mud For millions of years, i've believed Soil, flesh, black water Smells like victory Feel this heritage on the spine I'm the runner that seems to crawl I'm the beast killed everyday I'm the brain that knows too much I'm the one wondering The one wondering The one wondering again How much time remains Much time remains Much time remains again A hesitation blocks my way Standing still, now just scratching No sky above, too dark to see Keep going, keep moving Here and there i'll find it Now in the crowd Finally developed and completed Looking for another hole to dig Burden or grave We'll keep going, keep moving