Cult of the Subterranean Songtext

von Strung Out

Tonight we're gonna burn it up 'til too much feels alright. The feast has been laid out to the hungry eyes inside our minds. We are not without a cause the passions in our vice. We are not content to judge unfit to moralize. We're on the outside looking in, unbreakable in all we are enemy of the sun we are the subterranean. Apocalyptic daydream casual delirium. So take a deep breath and close your eyes, be glad that you are here. Let each passing moment sterilize and wash away like tears. any means to an end are the means that I use to get by, and try to be good but it's understood that tonight we'll both look the other way. The smoke of all our thoughts an cigarette exhaust all possibility of ever getting out of this place. Nodding off but still aware of all that's pulling us to do, the things we always do. We are not without a cause and we are not without a vice, we are not content to judge or moralize so close your eyes and see, take breath and believe that tonight we'll both look the other way.