I want this alone feeling to go away
So I can rule the day
I curse the day
I live to say
That I was always alone
Because I know
No man will ever condone
No man will ever be mine
I will be alone
Into the end of times.

I want a metal detector,  
I need to dig things up.  
There's so much in the dirt,  
and I can't get enough.  
  
All that was left behind,  
has since been immersed.  
Forgotten graves deepen,
in time's cyclic curse.  
  
Anywhere I step,  
others stepped before.  
For lifetimes upon lifetimes,  
in times of peace and times of war.  
  
I regularly find remnants,  
memories from days lost.
Folks before me must of known,  
i'd get to them at any cost  
  
From old poems to ancient hills,
down to the thick West Virginian clay.  
Fragments of my forefathers exist,  
to learn from them all I pray.

There is no moment that is mine.
  
God willing, all I have is time.
  
There are no moves for me to make.
  
I think I am dreaming when I am awake.
  
Everything I am means nothing.
  
Lies are more becoming.

My soul's made of stone
From triumph to tragedy
A mountain has grown

This stature my own
Forever building higher
Til peaks fashion thrones

The angels have flown
To wherever, without doubt
Mountains stand alone

I hear lies in the words you say    
Your mouth molds truth like clay    
I feel distance in the love you display    
You must have slept with Emily today    
    
You took it further than I thought you could    
And then lied, like I knew you would    
Don't try to act like I misunderstood
You cut thru me like an axe thru wood  
    
Now I know the truth and must relay  
My hatred I cannot convey    
Your deceit will come back to you one day  
I hope on your soul it does weigh