Under the Floor

I see red over white and the view of my last sight disappears. He's calling it fate -
I think that it might be mine.
Now I'm under the floor.
Deja vu at the door.
In the space that you crawl they'll be finding us all. Right here under the floor.
Autopsy showing the marks of the chosen. Autopsy showing the marks of what I endured.
I tried to escape
But I never could read his mind.
Red, over white, turn to black in the 8213 house.
Now I'm under the floor. Deja vu at the door.
See the cuffs in the room? You'll be joining me soon. Right here under the floor.
Autopsy showing the marks of all who were chosen.
Autopsy showing the marks of what we all endured.
Talked back with tentative tongues to see what could save us. But our bodies were
Cemented there.
I want to be your God, too. I want to be loved by you. I want to be your God, too.
Now I'm under the floor.
Deja vu at the door.
See the cuffs in the room?
You'll be joining me soon!
Right here under the floor.
In the space that you crawl you'll be finding us all. Right here under the floor.
I want to be loved by you. I want to be your God, too.