Текст песни Cult of the Subterranean - Strung Out

Cult of the Subterranean

Tonight we’re gonna burn it up\ntill too much feels alright\nThe feast has been laid out\nto the hungry eyes inside our minds\nWe are not without a cause\nthe passion’s in our vice\nWe are not content to judge\nor fit to moralize\nWe’re on the outside looking in\nunbreakable in all we are\nEnemy of the Sun we are the subterranean\nApocalyptic daydream casual delirium\nSo take a deep breath and close your eyes\nand be glad that you are here\nLet each passing moment sterilize\nand wash away like tears\nAny means to and end\nare the means that I use to get by\nAnd I try to be good\nbut it’s understood\nthat tonight we’ll both look the other way\nThe smoke of all our thoughts\nand cigarette exhaust\nall possibility\nof ever getting out\nof this place\nNodding off\nbut still aware of all\nthat’s pulling us to do\nthe things we always do\nAny means to and end\nare the means that I use to get by\nAnd I try to be good\nbut it’s understood\nthat tonight we’ll both look the other way\nWe are not without a cause\nwe are not without a vice\nWe are not content to judge or moralize\nSo close your eyes and see\ntake a breath and believe\nThat tonight we’ll both look the other way