Face the dirt and take the spade
Unearth the ground until the debt is paid
The way is clear: the path is down
Claim the prize that you’re not allowed
Face the facts (you’ll never)
Face the facts (you’ll never)
Face the facts
This is all your fault
Face the facts (you’ll never)
Face the facts (you’ll never)
Face the facts
It’s not enough
Eat the words that you’ve spoken
Repair the ground that you’ve broken
Face the facts
It’s all your fault
Face the facts
It will never be enough
Down is down
Dig your grave
Down is down
Dig your grave
Panic is the punishment awaiting at the bottom of the breach
Idle hands embrace the presence of the devil’s reach
So tell me why does all the work I’ve done feel worse than hell itself?
It drags me through the water
Burns me in the fire
I’m too far to try again
Too late
Face the facts
Dirt bath
Dirt bath
Down is down
Dig your grave
Down is down
Dig your grave dirt bath
Down is down
Dig your grave
Down is down
Dig your grave
Now I’m sure the reason all my efforts to get this rage out of my head
Are the product of the state of constant dread
That’s gonna stop me doing all the things I love to do
Push me into depression
Mental repression
No way to be free of the pain
I am waiting on the clock
It will never be enough
Down is down
Dig your grave
Down is down
Dig your grave dirt bath
Down is down
Dig your grave
Down is down
Dig your grave
Produced by Converge's Kurt Ballou, the metal band's fourth LP channels tragic, transcendental themes into fierce progressive sludge metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2024