Coma - Underground

The thing that breaches the order stated before
There is one word that people call it
The thing that runs sideways and walks out of frames
It’s called: it's underground!

Whoever doesn’t think like all the others around
They are not swimming with the current, God prevent them from swimming against it
Whoever doesn’t throw notes, colors or words into wind ( they mean what they do)
They are sentenced to the underground!

Sometimes you think, that maybe this word
Means subway, basement or shelter
But this is a mistake, you know very well
What it means to people: underground!

Yesterday master Mozart, today bard Lubomski
Everyone of us knows a few people like that
And renown Sted, and Ezra Pound
In their life their home was underground!

Man wants like a bird, man wants happiness
Everybody says it loudly, everybody knows
What’s going on here, does all the world
Have to go down, where there’s underground?!

Untrained voice, little known face
Ambitious repertoire, not for masses
Suspicious lyrics, acoustic sound
This is how it looks today: underground!

Seemingly you still swim at the surface of waters
Seemingly you walk the earth with power of your legs
But mostly you can feel some cheat in it
Cause really you are underground!

And only a stupid thought makes me happy
Which can sadly be a prophecy
That when this world will end with nuclear explosion
Who will survive? Underground!