A View From A Hole

So what do you do for a living?
 I dug holes
 And what do you put in there?
 I bury hopes

 Born in the shadow of Babylon
 I speak in tongues but don't understand a word
 I know how to wield a sword
 but never learned how to plough
 I know how to build castles mountain high
 That are bound to fall
 I'm not a coward but I hide behind the words
 I play my songs, winds carry them home

 I know the science but the science doesn't know me
 And every now and then I burn Rome
 My children rule this world
 But they're raised to fail

 World owes you nothing
 Promised you nothing
 And nothingness swallows it all
 Don't curse, don't run
 Don't fight, don't fear
 Grow up before you grow old

 I really hoped that if I dig long enough
 I'd find hell- fire, pain and death
 But it's just mud and some plastic bags