On a pre-fab throne, in a gilded cage
A heap of flesh, debauched and depraved
Picking your teeth with the bones of slaves
Humanity sealed under layers of rust
The order of things is essentially just
And your hands are clean if your mouth stays shut
Keep digging that hole
Keep digging that hole
Keep digging that hole
Now your compass spins
In a forest of sin
Heroin chic
And a cocaine grin
You say you did it this once
But never again
Is your stomach full and your conscience clear?
The judgement day is drawing near
If there's nothing to hide you have nothing to fear
Keep digging that hole
Keep digging that hole
Keep digging that hole
Look in the mirror
Repeat to yourself
"I'm still a good person"
The razor of virtue is at your gates