Underground
There’s a big black hole in my floor
It leads to all my friends, it’s their door
They are working in their mine shafts til dawn
Then they sigh, and stretch, and yawn
There’s a city in the dark below your feet
Where I gladly sit in the mayor’s seat
No need to run a campaign
No one here is loved if they are sane
I am as odd as them in that respect
A splinter of normality, on me, you won’t detect
We shout at the machines to dig faster
As my friends fill the craters with plaster
There’s a rumbling under your homes
Where we build our churches and domes
We live down here you see
Far away from you all we are free
In this dirt we don’t here your sound
We have our world all underground
We swing across oily rivers on roots
While we work you shake in those boots
But don’t be scared
All our fires have flared
You see what we chose to bring
Which, for now, isn’t a single thing
(2013)
