There's no people around now, just us
no hustle or bustle
no rushing feet of frantic commuters
just us down here, the clean up crews
All the escalators are turned off
so we have to walk all the way down
the lights are always kept on
down here in the underground
No trains now are shooting by
not on the early morning night shift
just me and the morning crews
cleaning up the tunnels and tracks
It get's pretty eerie down here
sometimes you think you hear voices
but usually it's just the rats down here
fighting mating or just squeaking
The air in the tunnels is rather stagnate and stale
in some parts water seeps in for a little while
and what you find on the tracks can be a bizarre list
you never know what you will come across on the night shift
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
There's no people around now, just us
no hustle or bustle
no rushing feet of frantic commuters
just us down here, the clean up crews
All the escalators are turned off
so we have to walk all the way down
the lights are always kept on
down here in the underground
No trains now are shooting by
not on the early morning night shift
just me and the morning crews
cleaning up the tunnels and tracks
It get's pretty eerie down here
sometimes you think you hear voices
but usually it's just the rats down here
fighting mating or just squeaking
The air in the tunnels is rather stagnate and stale
in some parts water seeps in for a little while
and what you find on the tracks can be a bizarre list
you never know what you will come across on the night shift
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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