A View from a Hole

So what do you do for a living?

I dug holes

And what do you put in there?

I bury hopes

Born in the shadow of Babylon

I speak in tongues but don't understand a word

I know how to wield a sword

But never learned how to plough

I know how to build castles mountain high

That are bound to fall

I'm not a coward but I hide behind the words

I play my songs, winds carry them home

I know the science but the science doesn't know me

And every now and then I burn Rome

My children rule this world

But they're raised to fail

World owes you nothing, promised you nothing

And nothingness swallows it all

Don't curse, don't run, don't fight, don't fear

Grow up before you grow old

I really hoped that if I dig long enough

I'd find hell, fire, pain and death

But it's just mud and some plastic bags