Underbelly

I am not healed, my wound coagulated
Divine never intervened, my people still hated
Mouth wired shut, or all the way agape
There's razors in the air, how can we escape

The underbelly
Is turning over oh
The underbelly
Is turning over oh
Will I ever be free

Just like the bleeding sun
We lose our vision
How can we see
Through bloodstained eyes
I don't
Wanna go outside
Cause when I do
I feel like I'll die



Credits
Writer(s): Pierre Booth
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