Undertow

There’s no running from the fear Trapped amongst that mothers tears Bitten finger, broken nail Here she comes to tell the tale Blood is thick and down she goes Way beneath the undertow Wish her well or wish her dead Kill our father overhead I’m at a fork in the road Don’t know where I should go This ain’t a puppet show I ain’t an animal I’ll watch your planet explode And at the fork in the road Well I think you should know This ain’t a puppet show I ain’t an animal I’ll watch your planet explode Everything and all I know Dragged away with the undertow And I, stand and watch over again One more chip of my heart loosened Will you save me or do I die Am I caught in the pink slipped tide Wish me well or wish me dead You can’t kill me overhead --- Undertow - Aaron Buchanan & The Cult Classics