Undertow

Deep House with a touch of Tribal. Lyrics: Here we go again Marble floors and velvet chains We trade our souls for illusioned gains The script is old, and the ink is red Walking the paths where the others tread History whispers, but we won't hear Pulling the tide too close, so near caught in the current of an undertow Dragging us under, but we still won't go Greedy hands reach for the sun When will we ever, ever learn we've been here before Standing at the same locked door Down in the pull of the undertow If we built the cage, why does it feel so real Read the writing on the wall Then close our eyes and take the fall Same mistake for a shiny gain Different century exact same game caught in the current of an undertow Dragging us under, but we still won't go Caught in the current Round and round When will we ever, ever learn caught in the current of an undertow Destined to fail, as we just love to fall We haven't learned at all Caught in the current Round and round Different century exact same cage -- Phill Marsland - Lyrics - © 2026 Digitalinsomniac "Ghostwriterinthemachine"