Subterranea



Belly first, unrehearsed, I'm thrown from all I've known

A silhouette set among the badlands paved with stone

Photographs, fingerprints, fragile refugee

Higher rise fire in the skies society

Can I hold on, Can I believe in

All the things you are ?

There's no sane in, chaos reigns in Subterranea

Cadillac heart attack, back of this beyond

Pusher king, TV queen, accommodating blonde

At Traitor's Gate while you wait gender reassigned

Surgeon carves the matching halves

The blindfold leads the blind

Can I hold on ? I cannot count them

All the things you are

Were I stronger I'd hold out longer in Subterranea

Without the walls, comfort is freezing in my veins

And caught within chemical rain

My dreams have turned against me

And fatally have fenced me in

Above me cold light and below me over all

The time I've lost, how can I know ?

So I keep forgetting what I am half recalling

On a bed of fallen flowers

Hold me now as I was held before

Powerhouse, sacred vows, trigger happy punk

Driven by hidden eyes and figure hugging junk

Heaven knows if I'm close, am I unreleased ?

If I'm in hell I may as well be famine to the feast

Can I hold on, can I belong to

All the things you are ?

There's no sane in, chaos reigns in Subterranea