I want to stay below the streets

I want to play behind the scenes

I shy away from surface freaks

I stay below

Thirty stories below daylight

in the channels it is always night

Between the flush of the rush hours when the surface dwellers are away from their showers

In the tunnels that slake the cities thirst

so full of shit sometime they are going to break or burst

The stench of it would send you reeling

cold concrete ceiling a safe warm feeling

Nocturnus

Six thousand volt third rail leads me to home

My piece of the world where no other man goes

I don't need a torch anymore to see

A Satan on his porch

This ain't for the weak

On the street I see you all stressed and screaming

While in my place I lay dreaming

Fight for the space on the terra dwell

I'm keeping to my heaven under your hell

Without the underworld there would be no above

Without the other-world there would be no above

Without the underworld there would be no above

I want to stay below the streets

I want to play behind the scenes

I shy away from surface freaks

I stay below

Without the underworld there would be no above

Your precious topsoil would be one big flood the creepy crawler Nocturnus

They try to drive us out and burn us

they are the invaders

Not we of the underbelly

life above left me no room

I laugh and slither down forty flights to my womb

Without the underworld there would be no above

Without the other-world there would be no above

Without the underworld there would be no above

I want to stay below the streets

I want to play beneath your feet

I shy away from the surface freaks

I stay below

I play below

I want to stay below the streets

I want to play beneath your feet

I shy away from the surface freaks

I stay below

I pray below

I stay below

just lay me low

I stay below