Strung Out - Cult of the Subterranean | Текст песни

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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.

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