The day we lost our voice with little choice
I can't explain. . . an act of agony
and someone told me too that it's true
when you call aloud. . . it's only destiny
or is it mystery.
But then we came around and sang our song
and acted proud and posed for memory.
We made a cry to the underground
are you there
I looked and saw that they were still around
but do you care.
I drank a little bit, so underlit to see it now
the show was never seen
and all the time I lost is never lost
it's only thumbing through the eternity.
We made a cry to the underground
are you there
I looked and saw that they were still around
but do you care.
Who are you going to see
what are you going to be.
(instrumental)
You made a cry to the underground
are you there
I looked and saw that they were still around
but do you care.
Are you there
are you there
are you there
are you there
are you there
are you there . . .
