Six Feet Ain’t Deep Enough

[INTRO — DISTORTED CLAWHAMMER BANJO, SLOW METALLIC HAMMER STRIKES, WIND THROUGH DEAD TREES] [SMOKE — LOW MALE VOICE, SPOKEN, CLOSE AND THREATENING] Funny thing about a grave. Folks think once they put you in it, they’re finished with you. But dirt don’t make a man forget. And I got a long memory. [VERSE 1 — DARK, RHYTHMIC MALE VOCAL | BANJO OVER INDUSTRIAL PERCUSSION] I gave you my daylight, you handed me rain, Carried your burdens till I buckled from the strain. You called it devotion when I swallowed my pride, Then called me a problem when I wouldn’t step aside. I kept every promise you were willing to break, Took the blame for the damage you were happy to make. You drove in the nails, then you offered your hand, Like I oughta be grateful you helped me to stand. Now you’re measuring pine boards, picking out a stone, Making little arrangements for a man who’s not gone. You can gather your shovels, you can dig through the clay, But you better keep digging if you want me to stay. [PRE-CHORUS — RISING TENSION | DISTANT MALE CHOIR] Every lie has a witness, Every wound has a name. Every kindness you mistook for weakness Left a coal beneath the flame. [CHORUS — HUGE INDUSTRIAL FOLK HOOK | DISTORTED BANJO, THUNDEROUS DRUMS] Six feet ain’t deep enough! Not for the things you’ve done! You can nail that coffin shut, But I’ll rise with the setting sun! Six feet ain’t deep enough! You can cover me in stone! You can bury what I was, But you can’t bury what I know! And when the roots come reaching down, When the rain turns all that clay to mud, You’ll hear me scratching from the ground— Six feet ain’t deep enough! [VERSE 2 — GRITTY, ACCUSATORY | HEAVIER INDUSTRIAL RHYTHM] You took every good thing and called it your own, Made a feast of my labor, left me chewing on bones. You swore that you loved me when you needed a friend, Then disappeared like a ghost when I needed you again. Had a heart full of mercy, had a mouth full of grace, Till you mistook my forgiveness for forgetting your face. Now the names are all written where the daylight won’t reach, And the dead have a language that the living can’t teach. I ain’t looking for heaven, I ain’t begging for peace, I got promises to settle and a memory to keep. If the devil comes calling, tell him take him a seat, There’s a whole lot of living folks I still gotta meet. [PRE-CHORUS — WHISPERED, BUILDING TO A ROAR] Every slight has a shadow, Every betrayal leaves a stain. You thought time would make me softer— Time just taught me how to wait. [CHORUS — FULL FORCE | INDUSTRIAL DRUMS, GHOSTLY HARMONIES] Six feet ain’t deep enough! Not for the things you’ve done! You can nail that coffin shut, But I’ll rise with the setting sun! Six feet ain’t deep enough! You can cover me in stone! You can bury what I was, But you can’t bury what I know! And when the roots come reaching down, When the rain turns all that clay to mud, You’ll hear me scratching from the ground— Six feet ain’t deep enough! [BRIDGE — MUSIC FALLS AWAY | SINGLE BANJO STRING, LOW DRONE] [SMOKE — SPOKEN, CONTROLLED, COLD] I remember who stood beside me. I remember who watched. I remember who handed them the shovel. And I remember who smiled when the first dirt hit the lid. [INDUSTRIAL PERCUSSION BEGINS LIKE A SLOW HEARTBEAT] [SMOKE — HALF-SUNG, HALF-GROWLED] A hundred years beneath the mountain, A thousand winters in the cold, Won’t wear the edges off a memory Or turn a bitter heart to gold. You can pray for my forgiveness, You can plead for me to rest. But the grave don’t cure resentment— It preserves what you left. [FINAL CHORUS — EXPLOSIVE | DISTORTED BANJO SOLO, MALE CHOIR, HEAVY BASS] Six feet ain’t deep enough! Not for the things you’ve done! You can nail that coffin shut, But I’ll rise with the setting sun! Six feet ain’t deep enough! Let the whole damn mountain know! You can bury what I was, But you can’t bury what I know! When the last old bell stops ringing, When the final river runs dry, I’ll remember every one of you Long after you forget why! Six feet ain’t deep enough! Six feet ain’t deep enough! [OUTRO — BANJO SLOWS, METAL SCRAPING AGAINST WOOD, DISTANT THUNDER] [SMOKE — WHISPERED] Should’ve dug a little deeper. [THREE SLOW KNOCKS FROM INSIDE A COFFIN] [SMOKE] I’ll be seeing you.