Paroles de Beneath the Soil
(lay down, take the blood out of your skin)on the subject of this decline
this wasn't exactly what I had in mind
riding on the last legs of every lie
looking for the truth until it struck me blind
but every year
we waste with searching
for a higher purpose
than what we've been given
trapped in the suburbs I'm pining for the air
take me back to Washington square
looking for escape roots like mining for oil
I only find symmetry beneath the soil
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