All these stoic faces
Walking around this town
Well I guess they all got that way
From always looking down

Trying to hide the tears
And the pain from all the work
Lord knows the work round here
Well it usually tends to hurt

You can't hide that darkness
When it's wrapped around your eyes
From spending all your days
Somewhere down there in the mines

Sometimes that darkness
Can crawl into your head
Until the hearing things and seeing shit
Gets you wishing you were dead

But you push past that burden
And build the walls up in your head
'Cause you've got mouths at home
And they're all begging to be fed

They think you're their everything
But they're really yours instead
They'll miss you through the night
But they'll love you 'til the end