Moist - Underground

Sitting by a Judas mantel
underneath where I can't tell
Found the places I'm destroying
Only hoped you'd be there still
could not find a way to be it
I don't even mind this time
here we'd like to get things over
life love anything at all

And when the morning comes
we'll sit here and when the atom
breaks we'll just stare
and my life goes underground
and my life goes underground

Sitting by a Judas mantel
underneath, well I've been there
Could not right
the only pieces
test out anything you will

And when the morning comes
we'll sit here and when the atom
breaks we'll just stare
And my life goes underground
And my life goes underground

Sitting by a Judas mantel
very we'll what we define
counted up the broken pieces
here we want to redefine
All dementia memory brought for
All the weakness we can't tell
Understood that I discover
right here everything is well

And when the morning comes
we'll sit here
And when the saddle breaks
I'll stand still
And my life goes underground
And my life goes underground

If I left it all the same
well, it doesn't mean that
it's not personal
And I never understood why the
faces faded, it's so irrational
as the atoms start to phase and
I knew it couldnt mean that
much to me
And I never understood where
the friends all go
it's not personal now