Drowning with the Devil

(Erika Poling)

Looking for love in hell is a lost prayer. It feels like you're under a dry spell. It's an underworld affair.

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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