Flowing under the city streets His hate for the lights above The bustles of life cause the heat His cracks are from the presence love Motivated to stay in his rotting dorm Embodies the darkness of the tunnels Drilled by those who left him in scorn Those who will not expect him to buckle (Chorus) And the pipes are eroding And the pipes are exploding By the ignorance of the world above them By the negligence of the world around him Blistered from the prior encounters By those who came from the light And they leave him to his haunting banter Hoping he will stay out sight Embracing the presence of rats and dirt His system runs faster than expected And the experienced are late to alert How many will actually be affected (Chorus) A little attention Could have prevented the catastrophe A happy intension Would have planted a better seed (Chorus/Ending)