14 feet below where you stand.
I've sunk.
Beneath what sent me here.
The coarse drowns march on.
Exile.
Self imposed.
From a world of grey and cold.
In exile.
There's no choice in circumstance.
I'll go below to have my chance
I've sunk.
Beneath what sent me here.
The coarse drowns march on.
Exile.
Self imposed.
From a world of grey and cold.
In exile.
There's no choice in circumstance.
I'll go below to have my chance