Oh how fortunate we are, Strange creatures in this strangest time! The Noble Primitives by choice Seen from the outside with no regard Disappointment in those watchful eyes Shaking heads of the dim-lived lives Such is their fear of breaking free Keep our Truth under lock and key
All this will Change All this will wash away the sins of the Corrupt Age Don't be afraid We are the Underground Their world is what they've made
They've shattered us for generations Bullied conformity - the spider over the flame Enough to tear our hearts to splinters Force the choice but don't dare ask why Close your eyes and let the laws dictate By God or by Man: mass-manipulate But to us, the Barbarians of Idealism, Life holds its throat at bay
All this will Change All this will wash away the sins of this Dying Age Don't be afraid We are the Underground Their Hell is what they've made
We are the Underground We are the Underground
And now we'll watch their fortress crumble The flaming pyres have fettered out, Relics of gavel and cross - no more! We've born our smiles but silently waged war We are the Savages, the true civilized Let those called "sane" now lose their minds For we know who we are and can change at will Our minds and our hearts will dream what we dare
All this will Change All this will wash away and we will build again Don't be afraid We are the Underground Our world is what we make