Going Under

Nearly thirty years ago, while I was training in psychotherapy school, I wrote a short story called Elijah. The plot grew out of the specific lessons we were studying at the time—details I’ll keep to myself for now to avoid spoilers.

In 2017, I found the manuscript tucked away in a box at my parents’ house. The moment I saw it, this song clicked into place. I had been sitting on a specific guitar riff for a while, unable to shake it but never knowing where it belonged until that story gave the music a home.

That original seed has since grown into a full-length psychological thriller, Going Under.

I’m going under, the devil cut me deep. I feel the thunder, the thunder of her feet.

I wanna run away while I stick out my tongue, I’d be burnt for my trouble when the devil comes.

And I can hear the warning, the voice in my head, don’t tell me I’m mad, she’s out there! At least hear me out, step out of the crowd, and find me!

My eye is lazy, I can’t bear to see. My future’s behind me, expired and cheap.

I almost ran away, my plan worked much too well. I kept on digging for freedom, but I broke into hell.

And I can hear the warning, the voice in my head, don’t tell me I’m mad, she’s out there! At least hear me out, step out of the crowd, and find me!

I’m going under, the devil cut me deep. I hear the thunder, the thunder of her feet.