Under The Concrete

(albüm: Into The Depths Of Hell - 2020)

Nothing is bolder than the jump
From the window sill
Into the depths of hell
Into the clutches of The Devil himself
But never mind, that talk is a little premature
I have many sins worse to commit first

Under the dead weight
Of all that grey
Concrete creeping
Covering all of the children
All of the flowers
Never ceasing
To be all I am
All that I am
All I am
All that I am

And now from a higher spot
There is certainly a great danger
That maybe my soul would float up into the sky

Where all of the people
Dancing and clapping
Would greet me with such warmth
Stealing glances
At our old teachers
Wondering if they remember
Who we are
Who we are
All that we are

Under the blue sky
Under the aeroplanes
All of the people
Under the concrete

And all of the plastic
All of the traffic
Filling up our throats
Everything's keeping
Nothing is breathing
Under the harsh light

Under the blue sky
Suddenly my
Eyes were stinging
For all the people
Under the concrete
Never ceasing to be all I am