Digging a Hole

I fear the future
I can’t know what is going to happen
A minute ago my life was in the other pole
It was twisted I stood in this side a long time now

I’m digging a hole in this piece of wood
Trying to draw the way out here
A hole to run away through
It’s hard to master this art
To be a seeker of truth
A truth that keeps growing with time

I’ve seen a dead man that now is alive
And so my ambitions, my addictions
The desire of it is growing with time

Nobody ever teach us
To know this
It’s something hard to master

Prisons of lies
Made me stand here this time
My body wanted to run
But there’s no escape to the human scum

I’m digging a hole in piece of wood
Trying to draw the way out here
A hole to run away through
It’s to master this art
To be a seeker of truth
A truth that keeps growing with time

Nobody owns the absolute truth
Everybody cries
Who say that don’t lies
The moon beams the sky
How great it shines