Under

As I lie Under rhythm talking, Just visions, holding what I can Only see. With a raging hunger, I'll still stay under, Beneath my visions of the Future. In the fold of inertia, I stand on my own shoulders. Is it real or my future? If I Close my eyes tightly, My visions just might be real. With a raging hunger, I'll still stay under, Beneath my visions of the Future. In the fold of inertia, I stand on my own shoulders. Is it real or my Future? Lie under rhythm talking, just Visions, holding what I can Only see.