Cult of the Subterranean

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 the 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
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 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