Wither
Ben McMillan
Heard the angels screaming
Underground
Settled on the evening
Underground
Heard the mother mary moving
Moving down
To relieve my ache
To relieve my mind
To relieve my ache
Saw the uniforms
They came with wings around their arms
Locked up with no bars
Underground
Heard the angels screaming
Screaming under-, underground
Living with no meaning
Always evil
To relieve my ache
To relieve my ache
To relieve my mind
Ache
To relieve my mind
To relieve my mind
Underground