Underground

UNDERGROUND
(Written by Ben Antoniadis)

Hey, let’s go down
Down to the underground
Where the poets peddle their wares but no one cares

Where Friedrich and Fyodor
Argue over God
And who walks the dog furthest into the fog

Into the blessed abyss
Where ambivalent angels kiss
The skin of the soul who stands tall above it all

Hey, let’s go down
Down to the underground
Where the painters defend their pride at a heavy price

But who’s gonna claim the prize?
For beauty’s best disguise
And the longest look into the hurricane’s eye

Where everything is calm
Till they sound a silent alarm
And the siren song leads you down the garden path

Where everything is fine
Till it’s all on the line
Where danger takes you deeper beyond the warning signs

Hear yourself, let’s hear him say
That the siren makes you pay
More than, for your lonely part
If you’d paid her from the start

But there’s so much more to see
Now the music you can breathe
Parasites, self-righteous scenes
Urban farmer drama queens

Hey, let’s go down
Down to the underground
Where you find many a soul in the lost and found

Hey, let’s go down
Down to the underground
Till the Spirit leads you back where your feet touch the ground