From Underground

Midnight in a dead man’s portrait
Wrapped up in an earthbound casket
Faith lost in a lifeless trinket
Dead and gone is the life left sinking

When you dream does it seem like you’re looking up from underground, underground?
Is the image in your head of a bed with dirt all around, dirt all around?

What’s left when the world is colorblind?
Nothing more than a gem in black and white
Stripped of brilliance in a storm of coffee grounds
Beauty wasted in a world that’s Hades-bound

When you die, will you cry or be lifted to higher ground, higher ground?
You decide every time you decide to keep me around