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
For what is due

They regret it now, the threats they made
Life in exchange for what is due
(For what is due)
They say never contend with men
Who have nothing to lose

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