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We have the same devils
You know the saying,
“Water seeks its own level.”
And we’re getting colder every minute
And we go lower each second
We’re going so low
We’re getting so cold
Each and every second
To the Underworld, we’ll go
Reaching the Isles of the Bless-ed
Destined for a fatal failure
Unless we learn to steer
And choose the shores we sail in
Then we can find the crystal clear
We’re testing life itself
Because we don’t care
We must set sail
At least we’ll be somewhere
And we’re sharing the same devils,
And we’re seeking a balanced level,
But now we’re wrestling each other,
And screaming a cappella
Until we break the windows,
Break the windows
Each and every second
And the fights continue,
Fights continue
Until we reach the Isles of the Bless-ed
Sinking so low, so low
And to the underworld, we go
Feelings so cold, so cold
Not sure if we’ll make it home
Living people making a journey
To the depths of eternity
Swimming in a lake,
And it’s easy to make a mistake
The sight is murky, so dirty
A lake never connecting with a sea
The sight is so murky,
So dirty, that you can hardly see
To the depths of the underworld,
And no guarantee of a safe return
(So low, so cold)
To the depths of eternity
So dirty, that you can hardly see
(So low, so cold)
To the underworld, we’ll go
(We’ll go)
Water seeks its own level
And we’re drowning with the devil
Under there, I saw a sign
It read, “Enter if you dare.”
“You’re not heading to cloud nine.”
“Each skeleton you shall bare.”
“If you make it to the end,
You’ll be stronger up there.”
“But if you don’t,
Beware.”
“You’ll forever be, for eternity,
with skeletons that stare.”
But now we’re wrestling each other,
And screaming a cappella
Until we break the windows,
Break the windows
Each and every second
And the fights continue,
Fights continue
Until we reach the Isles of the Bless-ed
Sinking so low, so low
And to the underworld, we go
Feelings so cold, so cold
Not sure if we’ll make it home
Living people making a journey
To the depths of eternity
Swimming in a lake,
And it’s easy to make a mistake
The sight is murky, so dirty
A lake never connecting with a sea
The sight is so murky,
So dirty, that you can hardly see
To the depths of the underworld,
And no guarantee of a safe return
(So low, so cold)
To the depths of eternity
So dirty, that you can hardly see
(So low, so cold)
To the underworld, we’ll go
(We’ll go)
Water seeks its own level
And we’re drowning with the devil
Water seeks its own level
And we’re drowning with the devil
© Erika Poling 2019