Since 1848
This deficit of currency is weighing heavy
Parasitic suit coats shoving threats strait down my neck
I'm onward west

Searching for the pay dirt, tearing at the earth to compensate my addiction
Pennants for dependence on the monetary kings

So count me in, I'm too far gone
I'll bury my soul beneath this dirt
As I tear apart this wretched earth
Sever the treasure from this soil
I strive to find who I once was, but it's buried deep
Deep within this endless pit of god forsaken mud

Salvation lies beneath the surface
Reparation for the serpents
Restitution for the vicious ones

Trading in the heaviest shoulders for the smallest of boulders
Turning tables on the man who tells you that "gold won't save you. Nothing can."
So count me in, I'm too far gone
I'll bury my soul beneath this dirt
As I tear apart this wretched earth
Sever the treasure from this soil
I strive to find who I once was, but it's buried deep
Deep within this endless pit of god forsaken mud
I strive to find who I once was, but my future found me first
Deep within this endless pit of godforsaken mud

They regret it now, the threats they made
Life in exchange for what is due

They say never contend with men who have nothing to lose

So count me in
I'll bury my soul beneath this dirt
As I tear apart this wretched earth
Sever the treasure from this soil
I strive to find who I once was, but it's buried deep
Deep within this endless pit of god forsaken mud
I strive to find who I once was, but my future found me first
Deep within this endless pit of godforsaken mud