The Tour (Crimpshrine)

Over fences and through backyards We tiptoe past empty boxcars So as not to wake the bums inside Industry that once thrived now is gone Abandoned factories and tracks trains ran on Are all that's left from those days Through barbed wire fence we see sculptures in a field We find some maps at the front gate And walk inside to investigate Following a stream, it leads a path To sewer's entrance and a raft Ever wonder how it looks down under the concrete? Over murky water we ride Through concrete tubes we float inside Our voices echoing through the endless darkness Oblivious to life above Our minds are clear (no mental spewage) The voice in my head is dead, maybe he drowned in the sewage When we emerge though darkness sunlight seeps And we all go home to sleep Concluding the tour for this day Other sights we've never seen And places that we've never been We'll find when things get stagnant again Come on, let's go outside And take a look and see what we can find in this city Leave these four walls far behind