Bonebeat Groove

Wake up to the sirens screaming,

Another day, another race,

Tie your shoes and hide your dreaming,

Put a smile upon your face.

Concrete towers block the sunlight,

Neon promises in red,

Everybody says they're living,

But nobody knows where they're headed.

Down below the city lights,

We crawl through endless tunnels,

Trading pieces of our lives For numbers on a screen.

We're rats in the sewers,

Running circles in the dark,

Chasing crumbs beneath the city,

Trying to find a spark.

We're rats in the sewers,

Every face another mask,

How long can we keep running From the questions that we ask?

Monday turns into a Friday,

Friday fades into the night,

Years disappear like smoke rings Underneath the office lights.

We buy things we don't remember,

To impress people we don't know,

Building walls around our houses While we're terrified alone.

Down below the city lights,

The tunnels twist and tremble,

Everybody wants a way out,

Nobody wants to let go.

Maybe there's a world above us,

Maybe there's a sky,

Maybe we're afraid to climb

Because we're scared of what we'll find.

The tunnel isn't getting smaller— We're just getting used to it.

And the cage was never locked,

But we never thought to quit.

One day the lights will flicker,

One day the noise will fade,

All the things we thought were permanent Will disappear like yesterday.

No crown, no gold,

no photograph

Can make the clock stand still.

So if we're rats beneath the city,

Maybe we can choose where we run.

We're rats in the sewers,

But we're still alive,

Running through the darkness,

Searching for the light.

We're rats in the sewers,

But the tunnel has an end,

Maybe life is not the question— Maybe it's what we do with

it.

Down here beneath the city...

We hear the world above.

We spend our lives just running...

And forget what we were running from.