Below It

In the sight of eight lakes
 In the sound of screaming girls
 In the sight of black black black
 In the view of ground ground ground
 Ground ground ground
 Below, below me
 Beneath, beneath me
 Below, below me
 Beneath, beneath me
 In the sight of red red red
 Red blood
 In the thought of getting caught
 Caught under the water
 Under the water
 Below, below it
 Beneath, beneath it
 Below, below it
 Beneath, beneath it
 And with his fingers he would push
 And with his fingers he would pull
 And with his fingers he would push
 To come back up
 And with his fingers he would push
 And with his fingers he would pull
 And with his fingers he would push
 To come back up...
 Below, below it
 Beneath, beneath it
 Below, below it
 Beneath, beneath it