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Strung Out lyrics : "Cult Of The Subterranean"

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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