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I want to stay below the streets I want to play behind the scenes I shy away from surface freaks I stay belowThirty stories below daylight in the channels it is always nightBetween the flush of the rush hours when the surface dwellers are away from their showersIn the tunnels that slake the cities thirst so full of shit sometime they are going to break or bustThe stench of it would send you reeling cold concrete ceiling a safe warm feeling NocturnusThird rail leads me to home my piece of the world where no other man goesI do not need a torch anymore to seeSatan on his porch this ain't for the weakOn the street I see you all stressed and screamingWhile in my place I lay dreamingFight for the space on the terra dwellI'm keeping to my heaven under your hellWithout the underworld there would be no aboveWithout the other-world there would be no aboveWithout the underworld there would be no aboveWithout the underworld there would be no aboveYour precious topsoil would be one big flood the creepy crawler NocturnusThey try to drive us out and burn us they are the invadersNot we of the underbelly life above left me no roomI laugh and slither down forty flights to my wombI want to stay below the streets I want to play beneath your feetI shy away from the surface freaks I stay below I play below I pray below just lay me low Nocturnus Aus Songtexte Mania