Drowned beneath, forgotten dreams
cry me a river.

I watch the crows paint skies in red,
their wings unfold where angels bled.
A golden mask without a face…
Can you hear me now?

Can you hear me now?
Through the dirt and through the ground?
I am singing
but the sound won’t reach your soul.

A river hums a hollow tune,
carrying voices to the moon.

Dust to dust, it all decays,
but something lingers in the haze.
A golden mask without a face…
Can you hear me now?

Can you hear me now?
Through the dirt and through the ground?
I am singing
but the sound won’t reach your soul.

Can you hear me now...
Or am I just buried in silence?

Can you hear me now?
Through the dirt and through the ground?
I am singing
but the sound won’t reach your soul.

The voice beneath

I'll teach you to be crazy. Just shout the truth in everyone's face. No one believes it, and everyone thinks you're insane.

The voice beneath

White Rabbit