Down from underground.
Building shrines to gods you'll
never know praying for rian
settling for snow. Spinning out of
times to beats impaired. Do you
know your name? Do you even care?
Can you live your life staring at
the lights naked on the ice? If it
comes too fast, will you get it
back when it all goes black?
Down. Goin' down.
Goin' down from. Down from
Icons that you hail are all
feeling the pull lost in the fold
Digging through a
hole os discontent
What did you learn?
or did you forget?
And just what should real life
be? Why don't you show me the
fiction of reality?
This so called life that I see
and just what real life should be
can't be what you have shown me