The Search - This Is Hell

We’re up to our chests in last years debt and armed

To the teeth with spite and grief.

It’s the fine art of original

Sin, fighting these wars we knew we’d never win

We’re searching for oil, we’re searching for gold

We’re searching for god, or so I’m told

We’re up to our throats in next years hope and armed to

The nines with malice inside, our heads and our hearts drowning

In false starts, standing in a flood trying to find a spark

We’re searching for oil, we’re searching for gold

We’re searching for god, or so I’m told

We’re searching for solace, we search for peace

We want everything that’s out of reach

The rains they came and you know they never stopped

Knee deep in soil yet still missing the plot.

The lies you told

Are know the cards you fold.

Pull the knife from our heart it’s

Dripping with gold

We’re searching for oil, we’re searching for gold

We’re searching for god, or so I’m told

We’re searching for solace, we search for peace

We want everything that’s out of reach

All these stories won’t go untold, something to

Remember when our hearts run out of gold