Underneath It All

Candlebox

Compositor: Peter Klett

Oh, my dying hands deny
As seasons dance around
I am but one, most this loser race
The massive fear resounds

I come before the greater good of men
My lessons learned to lie
I am a son of war, my father's son
I've amassed a forced ally

Who travels on?
Who travels on?
Who travels on?

These empty souls charade
As colors fade then fold
I've begun to spin the hands of time, my love
Desperate men are sold

I come before the greater good of men, good of men
My lessons learned to lie
You're hanging by the threads of your lesser sins
At the expense of your decline

Who travels on?
Who travels on?
Who travels on?

And I come from near and far
And I come from face to face
And I come to carry on, on
Underneath it all
Oh, underneath it all

Oh, underneath it all
I come to carry on
Underneath it all, yeah

Yeah