Lord Under
Under the rain
under the trains
underestimated brains go mad.
Under the walls
under the ground
underneath a crate of gunpowder there's life.
Under the grass
under the dust
undermined wills and lusts, it's true.
Under this wound
under those eyes
undercover footprint lies, it's hate.
Under the stars
under the trees
underpriced dark coloured sheets... oh yes.
Writer/s: Giorgos Papadopoulos, Nikos Kortimanitsis
