I have heard before of a place beneath the shore
where you can go and live with happy little fish
And if you find this place far beneath the waves
you won't ever miss the world that still exists
above this rocky land where towers still do stand
and you don't have to go to the 32nd floor
to get the things you need
A job that makes you breathe
A box you've come to know with tiny little things you own
Until your dying day
that emptiness will stay
cause you could never fill the hole left by the life you killed
I've been told before that its deep beneath the shore
but you can spend your days with crustaceans who live to play
And in this ivory tower a year goes by an hour
and you won't want to leave you'd rather be here and free
of cages built from thought until you brain will rot
And desperation's for the 32nd floor
to get the things you need
A job that makes you breathe
A box you've come to know with tiny little things you own
Until you dying day
that emptiness must stay
cause we can never fill the hole left by the life you killed
And when you are born again
and you still feel the same
you feel that
you feel that
pull from the waves