Subterranean Pulse

(ahhh...) (shhh...) Beneath the pavement where the shadows bend

We trace the lines that never seem to end

(we

trace them)

Feel the pressure, taste the heavy air

Lost in the asymmetry we share (asymmetry...) (underground...) (ahhh...)

Subterranean movement in the dark

Every broken rhythm leaves a mark (shhh...) (fading...) (shhh...)