The Underliving - Priscilla Hernandez

Oh we sing with the voice of the wind

the songs that silence brings

We lay in blackness so old and weary

unquiet and waiting

gushing darkness turn to dim amber

dying fireflies

Oh so deep we’ll embrace you to sleep

with our bitter lullaby

Come my child and join these hands

Come my child and join this chant

What if we rise?

what if we rise…

from the Underliving?

Dormant in the corner of your eyes

always there always hidden to your sight

In denial wearing a disguise

we’re not living but we do feel alive

What if we rise?

What if we rise

from the Underliving?

We’ll entice you.

We’ll lead you astray

We might like you, point the right way

We will lure you.

We love to play

with our favourite toys

our favourite games

Silhouettes in a shadowplay

You ignore we control

every thought you spare

Oh we sing with the voice of the wind

wearing our torn and foggy shroud

and thus we hold world’s invisible strings

Leave not trace and leave no sound

veiled unseen we swarm around

What if we rise?

what if we rise…

from the Underliving?

Dormant in the corner of your eyes

always there always hidden to your sight

In denial wearing a disguise

We’re not living but we do feel alive

What if we rise?

What if we rise

from the Underliving?

Worn and tired withering, waning

Old as time in a void so vast

We lay in blackness so old and weary

Gushing darkness

turns to dim amber dying fireflies

But what if we rise???