Underground

It's a crowded, smoke filled place,
With loud sounds crashing over me like a wave.
Hectic lights blind my eyes, and I stumble with shaking legs.
I feel like my soul and body tries to renege.
Some  says this is life, others says this is death,
But there's something about this place that I cannot forget.
Its a place full of stress and it weights me down,
But these neon lights feels like the goldest crown.
People here are full of lust, its hidden in their smiles,
Want to let go of all control, but myself I must compile,
Accept a flatter, smile or a nod and you will forever be caught.
Its an unsafe game filled with kings and queens,
A dangerous game, where we're all just smithereens.
A routine, ofttimes as it comes around,
By all means: welcome to the Underground