[Lyric] The Weeping Streets of Woodland (Beelzebuds)

From the underground
From the dead below
Now it's breaking out
It's a troubling flow

It's a steam-less boil
With no bed or shore
Pushing blind toward
More of its own

When the streets
Turn to water
Fell asleep
Now we're driving in the river

Time to sink
Surface failing
Underneath our feet
The flood is gently raging

We won't dip our hand
In that bitter stream
Let it roll away
Not for us to drink
We will close our eyes
We will not be cleaned
The weeping streets of Woodland
The weeping streets of Woodland

When the streets
Turn to water
Fell asleep
Now we're driving in the river

Time to sink
Surface failing
Underneath our feet
The flood is gently raging