Have you seen the cavern walls?
It's menaced allocated
I have seen the future
It's never bright, it's like a glimmering snake
Down, down, down
Where are the stirrings of old?
I knew you had to last
Lead us to Neptuenn
We deserve worse!
We know it's the last who drown at their birth
Have you just lost your own mind, under pretty lights?
As the workers till the land
They find the Cresol⁷ is safe
As they move their hands out
Reaching out, panic has pressed to the nerves
Down, down, down
Slip from a beautiful grace
To the floor of fangs!
Lead us to Neptuenn
We deserve worse!
We know it's the last who drown at their birth
Have you just lost your own mind, under pretty lights?
Turn the key and dance to the walls
Turn the key and dance to the walls
Down, down, down
Where are the stirrings of old?
Have you just lost your own mind, under pretty lights?
And with a great spray of light, you doubt.



Behind the Song:
⁷ Cresol- coal-tar, used in disinfectants