dig (II) - Oso Oso

Hard to know what you’ve been shown

When all you’re shown are lies

Black ink put up on this page, above the dotted line

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Yeah, there’s this hole in my soul

So how far do you wanna go?

You know I’d give it away if it’s what you say

This hold, it grows, can you feel it too?

I mean if that’s what you want

It’s all up to you

Dig to fake, this give and take

In hollow offerings

Dig to probe intention through these lines of questioning

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Yeah, there’s this hole in my soul

So how far do you wanna go?

You know I’ll give it away if it’s what you say

This hold, it grows, can you feel it too?

I mean if that’s what you want

It’s all up to you

I’m still reeling from the mess I made

Still reeling from the mess I made

Still reeling from the mess I made

Still reeling from the mess I made