Digging Lyrics - The Harvest - Boondox

[Verse 1:] 

So many times i sit and ask myself why are u afraid to die. 

What is this fear that blinds u 

Is it the thought of uncontrollable pain or 

Suffocating loss of oxygen to your brain 

Is it the people u have in your heart 

The ones closest by your side when your soul departs 

Its just a question that haunts mankind 

Where am i going? Is there an afterlife 

I sit and think about it and my blood runs cold 

The mysteries of life and all the stories untold 

Why we here? Where we going? Why do I exist? 

Is there a point or any answer to all of this? 

Will my spirit walk restless amongst the grave? 

Haunting generations in a vile of rage 

Or will my body just rot for maggot feast? 

Gnawing on my bones while i rest in peace 

[Chorus 2x] 

When you die 

(will u) re-a-lize 

(what takes u) From this life i suffer 

Diggin' myself out this hole that they buried me in 

[Verse 2:] 

The fear of darkness when they lower me down 

Will I be concious to the fact that im up under the ground 

And will i hearall the tears of the ones who attend 

And the dirt hit my coffin when they lower me in 

Or will I hover above lookin down on me 

Realize the situation and just what it all means 

A body laid to rest and a spirit left to fly 

No instruction or direction or a sky when i die 

Is there a tunnel? Will I walk into the light? 

See the people long lost who I knew in life 

Will my back spread wings as the choir sings 

A halo on my head that heavenly bling 

And in the blink of an eye will it be smashed away? 

Pulled into the grips of hell my soul left to pay 

For the sins of my fater and the sins of his father 

Will the demons leave me down like a lamb to the slaughter 

[Chorus 2x] 

Diggin' myself out of this hole that they buried me in to 

[Verse 3:] 

All the things that we ever knew 

Memories of this life coming back to you 

O we rocked deep inside of a shallow grave 

Eyes closed forever in our final resting place 

Will we remember all the pain of being alone 

And how the juggalo world took us into their home 

And now this hatchet means more than a tat on my arm 

Or this charm ill serve u up some bodily harm