Texty: Voltaire. Underground.

six feet above, above my head
keeps me safe from what she said
six walls of wood to keep them out
the smart remarks, the screams, the shouts
they scream, they shout
there's only one way to drown them out

i hear your voice, i hit the ground
you look for me, but i'm not around
in that small cafe, there i wrote it down
i look for you, you were not around
you're the burning lie that kills my child
he's gone underground
i've gone underground
i've gone underground
i've gone underground

some come to pay their last respects
or beckon me to come around
they leave dried flowers in the air
or place their feelings on the doorstep
at first they try to understand
and offer plans, most futile plans
and here in this darkness i can see
your skins the closest thing to grace
it dances like ghosts upon my fingers
and feelings fly, they're still alive
there's only one way to drown them out

i hear your voice, i hit the ground
you look for me, but i'm not around
in that small cafe, there i wrote it down
i look for you, you were not around
you're the burning lie that kills my child
she's gone underground
i've gone underground
i've gone underground
i've gone underground
i've gone underground
i've gone underground
underground

six feet above, above my head
don't keep me safe from what she said
six walls of wood don't keep them out
these frightful screams come from inside
they lay with me here through the night