Tunnels

There are tunnels running underneath the city
Full of ghosts still smuggling opium and slaves
There are tunnels running underneath the city
But the rats all take the secrets to their graves
But the rats all take the secrets to their graves
 
There are tunnels running through the architecture of the mind
Full of ghosts still smuggling memories and dreams
There are tunnels running through the architecture of the mind
And every time a door gets opened someone screams
Yeah every time a door gets opened someone screams
 
There are trees that line the streets of every city
Sucking poisons from the air into their veins
There are trees that line the streets of every city
Spreading roots that crack the concrete seeking rain
Spreading roots that crack the concrete seeking rain
 
There’s a little mind that built a cage around itself
There’s a little mind that built a shining cage
There’s a little mind terrified of the shadows
That the actors cast upon the empty stage
That the actors cast upon the empty stage
 
 

WE'RE ALL CAPTAINS OF THE MODERN INDUSTRY