Текст песни The River

Just keep digging, digging, digging Down that hole Clawing, scraping, tearing to the bone Never wait or hesitate to feed the hollow Biting off more than we could ever swallow Here we go around that halo of hope Keeping close the miracles we chose We keep tilling, churning, turning over every stone Running, chasing to and from the hollow The river won't tell us which way to go Chaos of the lost Filling that hole with our weight in gold Careless of the cost Voices clashing causing a prophecy of noise Crosses cracking, crumbling, fall into the void Dare we know the halo's hanging low Waiting to choke every opposing throat The river won't tell us which way to go Chaos of the lost Filling that hole with our weight in gold Careless of the cost. Confusion of the cross Confusion of the lost In the land of scatterbrains who will lead the way Chaos comes from the cross Monetary masquerade Religious rat race Do or die and down the drain, Fight of flight parade The river won't tell us which way to go Chaos of the lost Filling that hole with our weight in gold Careless of the cost Confusion of the cross