The Us Beneath Songtext
von Fog

The other night, a firefight
Bursts of sewing machine gun fire
From your position
Barricaded behind the piano
I return with small arms
Stuttered shots from typewriter keys
And yet in the silence between the volley
The hearts of weary camps sing to each other
However faintly, as we each seek to claim disputed territory


The us beneath the other
The us beneath the other
The us beneath the other
The us beneath the other
The us beneath the other

Which is rich in natural resources
The us beneath the other
Which is rich in natural resources
The us beneath the other
Which is rich in natural resources
The us beneath the other
Which is rich in natural resources