now you belong to the underground

now you belong to the underground
the soil will cover your face
the flowers in your hands
and the sand is all around

now your face is veiled
strangely devine
from one angle

this is truly
truly you

and scarely blind
and pale
from the other

it's not you
not you

if i had a chance
i would've stood
not moving
legs growing down
hands gripped together
looking at the real you

is it peace we see
or something else?

eagerly they grab the earth
and put it right above you

divided you are now
from us

and the words come to my mind
it is the truth
that they should know

now you belong to the underground

some don't want to let you go
their cries are floating
in the air

please shut my ears
so i won't hear

i look out of the window
and see nothing that
would catch my eye

i thought
that i've prepared myself
black coffee in the morning
and pack of cigarettes

but coffee's taste
was not a taste
and the pack stayed full
all the way down
there and back again

now

i'll shut my eyes
as well
and try to think about
the simple truth
that i should know

now you belong to the underground
and it belongs to you.