Weak and trembling voice without sense of purpose
It's thrown out from their contracted throats
Hiding in the holes like blind moles, spreading the rumors
About those who live above the earth
Divided from alteration
Immersed in the smother of noise
They will never see the enemy
Their children won't be free
Living underneath
No chance to escape from damnation
No way through affected minds
They will never see the enemy
Their children won't be free
Living underneath
Their fearful eyes are agonized
Dead impulse fills the space
Showing their disgrace
Dead weight cannot fight. It's rotting in the sewers
With ugly rats, infected carriers
Peering in the dark look out for any movement
Of dying hope that tried to help them grope the way out
Lurk in the forlornness, shell of despair
The lack of clean water and air
Covered with shit that falls from above
Sop from the neighbors on top, who were elected with love
They will never see the enemy
Their children won't be free
Living underneath
Their fearful eyes are agonized
Dead impulse fills the space
Showing their disgrace
