Cult Of The Subterranean

Tonight we're gonna burn it up

till too much feels alright

The feast has been laid out

to the hungry eyes inside our minds

We are not without a cause

the passion's in our vice

We are not content to judge

or fit 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

and 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 I try to be good

but it's understood

that tonight we'll both look the other way

The smoke of all our thoughts

and 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

Any means to an end

are the means that I use to get by

And I try to be good

but it's understood

that tonight we'll both look the other way

We are not without a cause

we are not without a vice

We are not content to judge or moralize

So close your eyes and see

take a breath and believe

That tonight we'll both look the other way