Текст песни The Suicide File - Down Underground

Hate comes in whispers, not angry yells
Creeping through your nightmares, leaving putrid smells
And there's a million stories of sordid private lives
There's an army of skeletons behind a wall of lies
Down underground
Keep digging below
Down underground
You never know
Beneath the plush hotels
Beneath the oyster shells
Beneath the glamour and grace
Beneath the satin and lace