New Old City

I am my mother's son

Come with me, oh daughter

Make way, everyone

There is a change in power

Coming down

Rising up from the cold, hard ground

Go, go, too late to turn back now

The moon is at our back

Pack up your things

Before they hear us

Before the first shot rings

You're not the only one

Caught up in the fray

Burnt up in the atmosphere

Lost in a new old city

Below the earth it rumbles

Beneath the ground

Deep in the tunnels under us

Follow the sound