Under The Floor

Hail The Sun

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I see red over white
And the view of my last sight disappears
He's calling it fate
I think that it might be mine, mine

Now I'm under the floor
Déjà vu at the door
In the space that you crawl
They'll be finding us all
Right here under the floor

Autopsy showing the marks of the chosen
Autopsy showing the marks of what I endured
I tried to escape
But I never could read his mind
Red, over white, turn to black in the 8213 house, house

Now I'm under the floor
Déjà vu at the door
See the cuffs in the room?
You'll be joining me soon
Right here under the floor

Autopsy showing the marks of all who were chosen
Autopsy showing the marks of what we all endured
Talked back with tentative tongues to see what could save us
But our bodies were cemented there

I want to be your God, too
I want to be loved by you
I want to be your God, too

Now, now, now, now

Now I'm under the floor
Déjà vu at the door
See the cuffs in the room?
You'll be joining me soon!
Right here under the floor

In the space that you crawl
You'll be finding us all
Right here under the floor

I want to be loved by you
I want to be your God, too