The creek three streets east of me is covered in a sea of secrecy, you see
Before all this caution tape there was a beautiful city scape
The story gets tossed around but legend holds this decrepit town was built
Despite the warnings, on sacred ground
They dug deeper than they should
And felt the world quake
No give, all take
And the world repairs the mistake
Vines from the ivy came crashing through the windows
Never letting them go
Spores from the forest found homes in holes in the ground
The moss inscribed:
"No one survives against the wrath of R. Plant."
A few souls slipped through the gates and locked the only escape
Saying, "we'll be coming back for ya someday."
They went from town to town but they found
That anywhere they hung around for too long
Met similar tremors
So they've been on the run forever
They dug deeper than they should
And felt the world quake
No give, all take
And the world repairs the mistake
Vines from the ivy came crashing through the windows
Never letting them go
Spores from the forest found homes in holes in the ground
The moss inscribed:
"No one survives against the wrath of R. Plant."
Some new folks stumbled into town, mumbling something about running from what Never Stops coming
Vines from the ivy came crashing through my windows.
Never letting me go.
Spores from the forest found homes in holes in the ground.
The moss inscribed:
"No one survives against the wrath of R. Plant."