They are digging hearts Beneath 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 And 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