Cult Of The Subterranean Lyrics - An American Paradox - Strung Out

Tonight we're gonna burn it up 'til too much feels alright 

The feast has been laid out to the hungry eyes inside our minds 

We are not without a cause the passions in our vice 

We are not content to judge unfit 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 

Be glad that you are here 

Let each passing moment sterilize 

And wash away like tears 

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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 out 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 

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We are not without a cause 

And 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