I tried to make a new song that doesn't sound like trash. Please tell me how it sounds... If it sounds awful, I'll just get a new singer. Aparently this song's title is taken, so credit to Giffnila for title.
Music: FifiFire / @Random_Nonsense / me Lyrics: Below the surface, Below the surface, Below the surface, Below the surface. Foxy is who I am, I like to mess with your sanity, Profanity. Think you can get through? Come to my room and I’ll prove. I have to share a stage, The spotlight should be mine to engage, Save me from that maintenance room. If we misbehave or try to pray for safety to come our way, We’ll be making a deal with the devil to ignite your fate. Some say we’re Satan himself, But who can disagree when you’re held below, Just another reason to be so lonely, angry, filled to the brim with chaotic revenge. Just another one of his coverups for his threatening career. They all blame it on us, but what about the man? Now roaming in one of em’ springlock failure suits for all his days. She thinks he’s coming back to her, But isn’t he the one who cause her to react? Now she’s an animatronic clown, Made for the circus, Can we turn this show upside down? Below the skin, Below the skin, Below the skin, Below the skin. Some call me the drama of the group, The gang, The crew, I’m the one who has to keep them on their toes, Don’t want them falling while we set up our plan, Not bad, We’re gonna visit that room, Tonight, Won’t stop that conveyor until we unite, In one body, Together, Hopefully it won’t get cramped. But for now, I’ll wander about, Then out, Did they mistake me for a monster, I’m just a child who was forgotten. Better give up that dream and keep on moving. You should flash that light if you want to live, But please, I just want a bed. Somewhere comfy, and warm to stay, But hey. I’m trapped in this robotic, Claustrophobic, Sperattical body. Below the surface, Below the surface, Below the surface, Below the surface. Underneath the surface is where we’re at. Waiting for you to try to attack. You must got it mixed up, You’re the prey, And we’re your hunters. It’s 1 v 5. Who do you think will win? The pitiful human who’s lost his family, Or the five lost souls, Oh so angry. Below the surface, Below the surface, Below the surface, Below the surface. Finally we roam free, Finally freed. Finally out of our chains. Above the surface.
