The Dig - Battered

I hate with what is left of me

Too blind to reason

Too dumb to know

I don’t care…

I probed your fucking head there was nothing there

But I hope to God that when I step back

I will see I was wrong, tough I know that I’m not

Hard on the outside, ripe within

But when I dig, I find…

I paint these walls with what is left of you

I blend I shade, but its all, white on white

Some day you might look back on who you were

But if you can think, I’m pressed to believe

You will find it hard to get up off your knees but…

It takes manifest in this

Clarity/rage

That I stacked up

And now it’s all coming down

You social slave

You better be gone

That you insist to persist

Doesn’t make you a man

Ashamed, when I find that all that you are…

A living confirmation of my thoughts

But when it all goes down you should know this:

That you need a fix need a push over this

Cause the hour has come

The world has moved on

Peel a layer of social distortion

Your face is laid bare, and this notion springs…

I fear if I know you, and God do I know you

Its all for the best

Ignorance is bliss

And now you’ve come round

You’re complete, you’re profound

You’re perfect

In a certain way

But here you lay, just a frame, just a shame

Cause time caught up

Caught up with you today

Hard on the outside

Ripe within

But when I dig I find things

You would not believe