water isn't always what you see another surface lies beneath Can you see this isn't really me? no this is someone else I am just beneath the surface
isn't always what you see Another surface lies beneath. Can you see this isn't really me? No this is someone else I am just beneath the surface. I die
to hell You are all here For this where you must dwell Sinners and cheats Sit here with Satan And have all your spirits meet Oh city beneath the surface
a record real quick, do yo' thang) Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight? (Yeah, hook it up, make it a record, get down, yo) I take y'all niggas straight, beneath the surface
my hair,and heart in Hand Nature and I become one,she Understands and speaks to me Call to mind these images that surface From the deep Ghosts of sights
upon my knee So we're okay, we're fine Baby, I'm here to stop your crying Chase all the ghosts from your head I'm stronger than the monster beneath
, I wouldn't let you down again. Break back to back lately, Oh and how they moved when I was younger than this, Get my spirit caught beneath the surface
upon my leg So we're ok, we're fine Baby I'm here to stop your crying Chase all the ghosts from your head I'm stronger than the monster beneath your
its rays to seek out beings breathing Ancient craft that waltz the maze of metal shells beneath me And dust that swirls, of reddened clouds, floats above the surface
in the lonely dead of night When you bump into the shadow of a faded love that wasn't right Way down beneath the surface, far beyond the light of day
Let me be the one to know you best Be the one to hold you up When you feel like you're sinking Tell me once again What's beneath the pain you're feeling
Usher enters, in a trance) MADELINE Carriages at seven I shall wear the flower he gave me It's so cold here deep beneath the lapping
drop of rain I broke down in December I headed for the coast I thought the wind and water would elevate my mind I surfaced in the springtime feelin? like a ghost
't sleep to the scraping of his voice Nature's way struck grief in me And I became a ghost in sickness Willingly guided into heresy Beneath the surface
of rain Well, I broke down in December, I headed for the coast I thought the wind and water would elevate my mind I surfaced in the springtime feelin? like a ghost
on the highway Ghosts in the tunnel The dark cave Out into the blinding light of day at breakneck speed Every bolt rumbling Glistening highway mirage groans The slick surface