The Fruits - Snog

The forgotten days in the sun

You miss them, but they are gone

The ancient realm under sea

Don’t recall when we were free

You, you slave day by day

You work and you pay

There seems no other way

For you

No mystery, no joy

You tinker, you toil

The fruits they did spoil

For you

Deep, deep down below

Where blood and water flow

Where memory cascades

Through caverns we once made