When you die you won’t know where you’ve ended up
Procrastinate, but it’s too late
You just can’t get enough
Cause our family trees are full of leaves from a playground cemetery
You don’t know who you’re stepping on
Alleviate your built-up hate and learn to get along
Cause our roots of blood will always spread like man’s urge to get ahead

Don’t you understand what has to happen to help you become a man?

Digress or progress?
It’s all gone to hell
Should I just hide my head in a well?
Well, as long as I can see from 6 feet deep
Just when you feel like you’re all alone and friends don’t seem to settle the soul
There’s a forbearer there providing you care

If your life seems like it’s always on the rough
Appreciate these dire straits
They’ll only make you tough
Cause our roots of blood will never fail like man’s urge to prevail

Don’t you understand what is happening?
There’s someone holding your hand

Digress or progress?
It’s all gone to hell
Should I just hide my head in a well?
Well, as long as I can see from 6 feet deep
Just when you feel like you’re all alone and friends don’t seem to settle the soul
There’s a forbearer there, providing you care
From 6 feet deep
They’ve played the same games

Just before your life is defeated and departs
Under 6 feet of concrete, cold, dark, and hard
Cause everything’s not what it seems
They’re watching every mistake that you make

In 10 to 20 years
10 to 20 years
10 to 20 years
10 to 20 years
You’ll find yourself there
In 10 to 20 years
In 10 to 20 years
10 to 20 years

You’ll find yourself in precisely their same place