Lyrics

I hear whispers, hear them talking Might be lost, but not forgotten I'm a tin man, I'm a lock-in Politicians and semantics add a flair for the dramatics When it crumbles down, they come knocking Windows bought and boarded down. Floor falls out beneath our feet Seas of screams without a sound will carry clear across the world so loud. Under the surface, it's much more than it seems. Population in a panic While the sickness is expanding but the lights are on in the attic Doors are closed, locks are on People lining every street Power to those who pry them off They'll do anything to find the key Under the surface, it's much more than it seems. Not a nation unaffected for the fearful are cemented to the promise of a safe haven. Windows bought and boarded down Floor falls out beneath our feet Seas of screams without a sound will carry across the world so loud Doors are closed, locks are on People lining every street Power to those who pry them off They'll do anything to find the key They'll do anything to find the key Under the surface, it's much more than it seems Much more than it seems.
Writer(s): William Beckett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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