Beneath The Surface

Degrade me, my purpose
Bury me beneath the surface
I’m scratching, I’m clawing
Trying hard to make them pay
Can’t stand me, beside me Kid you not, your kiss sure killed me The cold of my barrel
Never sees the light of day
Call me, call me, you could only hurt the story
Call me, call me, I’ll be there to shine a light
The smell on the speakers
Sweaty ballroom dancing fever
They gather in numbers
Ever for a closer view
The cease fire the weaker
Hair so red I couldn’t keep her
The dogs hound the neighbours
Everything was blown away
Call me, call me, you could only hurt the story
Call me, call me, I’ll be there to shine a light
Machine, machines, point me to the nearest party
You’ll see, you’ll see, baby it’s the only way
Call me, call me, you could only
Call me, call me, I’ll be there
Machines, machines, point me to the nearest party