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Strung Out - Cult of the Subterranean lyrics
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 and 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 and 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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