Bonedigger

Who will be the one to dig your grave
Do you think about those who you bury?
You go about life when surrounded by death
The shock wears off, it’s just another body

Death is an industry, death is routine
Do you fear your own mortality?
We all end up this way, no cause to maintain
Do you feel out of place among the living?

Bonedigger, bonedigger, bonedigger

Who will be the one to dig your grave
Go ahead and dig it yourself