Over the ground beneath my feet
Tell me how deep do I dig
To find the soil untouched by humanity?
Every stone or home or tree
Every field that I see
Death will be over in this fallacy
We are the arbiters of dream
We are god-forsaken
Every artifact
Doubt will rise
Off your eyes
Look what we started
We built a house and wrecked a home
Look what we started
Art kills the artist
Over the ground beneath my feet
Tell me how deep do I dig
To rest my bones so you can rest over me?
We are the arbiters of dream
We are God-forsaken
Every artifact
Doubt will rise
Off your eyes
Look what we started
We built a house and wrecked a home
Look what we started
Art kills the artist
We weave our tapestry too tight around the Earth
We built a house and wrecked a home, oh
We weave our tapestry too tight around the Earth
Look what we started
Art kills the artist
Look what we started (look what we started)
We built a house and wrecked a home (and wrecked a home)
Look what we started (look what we started)
Art kills the artist
