The Underground

What do you know about me?

I'd hate to bury my feelings

Again

I'm calling from the underground

Reaching from under like a crucifix

I said the truth was lost and found

Try to find some chemicals to mix

What do you know about identity?

It seems to be smoke without

The fire

I'm calling from the underground

Reaching from under like a crucifix

I said the truth was lost and found

Try to find some chemicals

Try to find some chemicals

Try to find some chemicals to mix