Into the Sewers

If you kill me with a beat
Leave me in the street
So I can listen to the rats
Chat beneath our feet

I would crawl into the sewers
And meet all kinds of creatures
If only to see their bodies
Who really needs facial features?

I know that I don't
I know that I won't
When I'm dead down in the ground
Or I fly up and float

High above the city
Where I could stay forever
And we could be together
In the suns warming weather