Blast, I feel the heat again.
Sometimes I think I could burn from it all.
The thirst, oh, I'm dryin' out.
Ain't no dividers but there's order about.

Pictures peeling off the ceiling.
Damp like the devil finds a course.
It's nothing but the icons of a dying age.
Constantine's lease was reclaimed now.

So we're digging up the rock that the house was built on.
Digging up the rock that the house was built on.
Digging up the rock that the house was built on.
Digging up the rock.

Oh, well it's the shaft, I'm undermined again.
Though this time we're not dealing in gold.
Sold, on the commercial end.
To which God this time are we sold?

Scriptures that have lost their meaning.
Preachers lie and have no remorse.
Is it treason to search for the learning.
Or the reason that was lost in Rome.

Oh, now we're digging up the rock that the house was built on.
Digging up the rock that the house was built on.
Digging up the rock that the house was built on.
Digging up the rock.

I'm starring at a wall where there once was a picture.
A picture of a scene that reminds me of ???????
It's not just the future of the house that worries me.
It's all the lives lived in back then.

Yeah, we've been slapped in the face again.
They think of greed and a conquer all.
Slaves to the vows of old.
This time I think kids are more bold.

Itching for the fight of freedom.
Some of us are never too old.
Longing for the sight of Eden.
Happiness comes to the bold.

And now we're digging up the rock that the house was built on.
Digging up the rock that the house was built on.
Digging up the rock that the house was built on.
Digging up the rock.

I'm staring at a whole where there once was belief.
Not only in a God but of underneath.
Now I see only torture, but it's on my mind.
We ain't acting like angels, more like saints.
More like saints, more like saints.

She couldn't be digging up the rock that the house was built on.
Digging up the rock that the house was built on.
Digging up the rock that the house was built on.
Digging up the rock.

Digging, digging up the rock that the house was built on.
Digging, digging up the rock that the house was built on.

I'm looking for the eyes I know that I can count on.
I'm looking for the eyes I know that I can count on.
So were digging, digging up the rock that the house was built on.
Digging, digging up the rock that the house was built on.
Looking for the eyes I know that I can count on.
Looking for the eyes I know that I can count on.

Hand me my shovel.