Undergravel: Home (Space Germany)

[Intro] [Subterranean Drone] [Whispered Baritone] Corridor Then corridor Then corridor How far did you think home was [Verse 1] [Grinding Baritone Guitar] Thirty kilometers of painted wall Same dead lights through another hall A woman grows old by door sixteen Born by the vent Dies by the machine Holes inside holes with numbers for names Cooking steam Card games Electrical flames Somebody sleeping where somebody bled Nobody asks if the shape is dead [Pre-Chorus] [Mechanical Pulse Rising] Left goes deeper Right goes long Every direction becomes the same song Walk till your childhood disappears The corridor measures your life in years [Chorus] [Crushing Distorted Chorus] Corridor into corridor Door into door We keep digging homes in the body of the floor Corridor into corridor Down into down And the core keeps screaming underneath the town It screams It screams It never shuts down The whole fucking city sleeps over that sound [Post-Chorus] [Distorted Low Doubles] Down below Down below Something is always waiting below [Verse 2] [Crooked Half Time Groove] Kids found a skull by a drainage grate Put it on a pipe and named it Kate Took turns kicking stones through the jaw Then ran when somebody called from the wall Maintenance rats in the breathing shafts Little black backs and tool pack straps Chewing through dust where the braces groan Fixing one bolt that is holding our home If that bolt goes If that beam bends Our whole street joins the buried dead Forgotten cities stacked underneath Still wearing windows Still showing teeth [Pre-Chorus] [Layered Baritone Harmonies] Patch the fracture Seal the seam Keep us above somebody elses dream Nobody knows how deep it goes Nobody living wants to know [Chorus] [Massive Industrial Impact] Corridor into corridor Door into door We keep digging homes in the body of the floor Corridor into corridor Down into down And the core keeps screaming underneath the town It screams It screams Through pipe and ground The whole fucking city grew around that sound [Bridge] [Psychedelic Feedback Spiral] [Unhinged Spoken Baritone] Maybe there is a bottom Maybe there was a sky Maybe the oldest city Still remembers why Maybe beneath the basement Beneath the buried train Somebody left a table Somebody left a name Maybe we fall tomorrow Straight through a thousand years Land in some dead apartment And find ourselves already there [Breakdown] [Voice Over Industrial Drone] One corridor One lifetime One hatch One light Someone is dead by the service line Someone is laughing three doors behind A rat turns a wrench A support stops shaking That is the difference Between living And becoming archaeology [Build] [Floor Toms And Rising Noise] Hear it Under the pipes Under the trains Under the graves Under our names Hear it [Final Chorus] [Explosive Full Band] Corridor into corridor Door into door We keep digging homes in the body of the floor Corridor into corridor Down into down And the core keeps screaming underneath the town It screams We sleep It screams We eat It screams through the soles of everybody's feet Hold that brace Hold that ground Keep our dirty little lives from falling down Corridor into corridor Down into down The core keeps screaming And we scream back now [Outro] [Cracked Baritone Over Feedback] Corridor Then corridor Then corridor Home