Thru the depths, we toil
We sit, we plot thru the dirt
Digging holes to remember us by*
We as simpletons, Cremate the past
 To build the future out of its ash

Memory,
remember as we
Are Gum stuck to
bottom of shoe
Our soul paving over,
The single same imprint
Nothing is ever New

Just Slap stick history
Hitting the same note
Ending on repeat