Cult Of The Subterranean - 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 I try to be good but it's understood

That tonight we'll both look the other way



The smoke of all out 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

And 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



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