The underworld that makes perception
A classic tale of youth protection
Behind the hurts, behind the nights
If hollow souls were up to fly
Running from the ones you chase
Hide and seek with life at stake
Playground games now ties with death
There's noone to love, there's nothing left
A classic tale of youth protection
Behind the hurts, behind the nights
If hollow souls were up to fly
Running from the ones you chase
Hide and seek with life at stake
Playground games now ties with death
There's noone to love, there's nothing left
And the underworld is calling
The underworld is here
And the underworld is calling
For you... for you
Most fall in and crumble down
To nothing more than hollow ground
Where passing demons nod the way
Between the slurky fool of day
Falling rain may douse the fire
A cloud among a funeral pyre
While sirens call out through the night
We pity the fool who fight the fight
And the underworld is calling
The underworld is here
And the underworld is calling
For you... for you
(Is just a kid, is just a child...)
And the underworld is calling
The underworld is here
And the underworld is calling
For you... for you
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