(Intro) (A low-frequency organ drone hums like an underground power station. The upright bass enters, echoing as if played in a wet concrete tunnel. A metallic, rhythmic tapping—like rain on a manhole cover—keeps time against a sparse, detuned piano riff.) (Verse) There’s a map beneath the pavement that the surface never sees Where the water runs in whispers and the air is full of keys I’m walking through the belly of a city made of rust Breathing in the sediment, the history, and the dust The echoes have a heartbeat, the shadows have a name And everything down here is just a fragment of the game. (Chorus) Oh, we’re buried in the blueprints, we’re hidden in the seams Haunting all the bypasses and the forgotten subway dreams The city breathes above us, but we’re the ones who hold The weight of every secret that the concrete never told Yeah, down below the grate, where the light is just a lie We watch the silver soles of the people walking by. (Verse) The rats are wearing waistcoats, the pipes are singing psalms We’re trading pieces of our spirit for the silence in our palms I’ve seen the way the tunnels branch like veins beneath the skin Leading to the rooms where the ghosts keep letting us in The moisture on the brickwork is the sweat of all the years Of everything they’re hiding and everything they fear. (Chorus) Oh, we’re buried in the blueprints, we’re hidden in the seams Haunting all the bypasses and the forgotten subway dreams The city breathes above us, but we’re the ones who hold The weight of every secret that the concrete never told Yeah, down below the grate, where the light is just a lie We watch the silver soles of the people walking by. (Verse) The muted trumpet shivers like a ghost against the wall It tells the story of the rise and the long, inevitable fall I found a train that hasn't moved since nineteen-fifty-four Packed with all the things that they didn't want anymore Letters to a lover, a hat, a broken clock Locked behind the iron of an everlasting lock. (Chorus) Oh, we’re buried in the blueprints, we’re hidden in the seams Haunting all the bypasses and the forgotten subway dreams The city breathes above us, but we’re the ones who hold The weight of every secret that the concrete never told Yeah, down below the grate, where the light is just a lie We watch the silver soles of the people walking by. (Bridge) (Bowed strings swell, a haunting, screeching friction that sounds like metal grinding on metal. The trumpet cuts through the drone with a sharp, lonely melody that reverberates for miles.) Can you hear the rumble? Can you feel the shift? The foundation’s tired. The foundation’s adrift. We’re the bedrock, we’re the burden, we’re the black-water song Waiting for the ceiling to decide it’s been too long. (Verse) So keep your boots on the asphalt, keep your eyes upon the glare Don't worry 'bout the shivering in the basement of the air I’m carving out a kingdom in the silence and the steam Living in the wreckage of a half-remembered dream There’s a ladder to the surface, but the rungs have turned to glass And we’re just the silent witnesses watching all the shadows pass. (Chorus) Oh, we’re buried in the blueprints, we’re hidden in the seams Haunting all the bypasses and the forgotten subway dreams The city breathes above us, but we’re the ones who hold The weight of every secret that the concrete never told Yeah, down below the grate, where the light is just a lie We watch the silver soles of the people walking by. (Outro) (The bass fades into a singular, pulsing note. The metallic tapping stops. The organ drone dissolves into pure tape hiss, leaving only the distant, ghostly sound of a subway train roaring through a tunnel far, far away.) Keep moving. It’s dark down here. But at least... The truth... Has no reflection. (Silence.)
