Underneath, underneath Quiet snow cover me Silence deafening, what do we do? Waiting for butterflies, bumblebees Far away, in the wind Something foreign, once again I hear lorries sing After winter, must come spring I'm on my modern day shit Born and raised in a hibernation You don't want no confrontation Larvae pupate population Lying, waiting, final stages Kind of crazy connotations Atomic winters, Ronald Reagans White like beach sand, miles of wasteland New frontiers, frozen tears Our lips stick together, close your ears I'm feeling like no one cares Countries bipolar, polar bears Roll the streets, lock your doors No one's safe, stop and pause All waiting for the midnight sun To bring us back to life So we can live like one Hibernation Hibernation Underneath, underneath Quiet snow cover me Silence deafening, what do we do? Waiting for butterflies, bumblebees Far away, in the wind Something foreign, once again I hear lorries sing After winter, must come spring After, after Winter, must come spring Waking up, going all in Last nine months been slumbering Darkness, nothing happening Now we out there today in action again And, everybody wants the nectar Watch your step, terrains a death trap Taste the blood, flavor of the month Hungry predators on the hunt Come summertime, medicate your mind Drink yourself back to sleep, sweet child of mine Recline and merge with sleek design That passive aggression redefined My pacifist so passionate About rocket launchers cashing in All caught up in color like a fashion trend Bringing good old fashions, I'm back again Underneath, underneath Quiet snow cover me Silence deafening, what do we do? Waiting for butterflies, bumblebees Far away, in the wind Something foreign, once again I hear lorries sing After winter, must come spring After, after Winter, must come spring Downsides in the social safety net Blaming immigrants, that's the safest bet Snow white's asleep, the cousin of death Fed poisoned apples, made up threats It's not a new thing, all they snoozing Causing aggressive mood swings Sun's out, got us burning up Then it's blinds down, lights out, back to the hub They've changed the name, bought tailored suits But it sounds the same as black leather boots I'm not afraid, this here is rage And I see you, my people staying wide awake Underneath, underneath Quiet snow cover me Silence deafening, what do we do? Waiting for butterflies, bumblebees Far away, in the wind Something foreign, once again I hear lorries sing After winter, must come spring After, after Winter, must come spring After, after