Belly first, unrehearsed, IÔÇÖm thrown from all IÔÇÖve known
A silhouette set among the
badlands paved with stone
Photographs, fingerprints, fragile refugee
Higher rise fire in the sky society
Can I hold on, can I believe in
All the things you are?
ThereÔÇÖs no sane in, chaos reigns in Subterranea
Cadillac heart attack, back of this beyond
Pusher king, TV queen, accommodating blonde
At TraitorÔÇÖs Gate while you
wait gender reassigned
The blindfold leads the blind
Can I hold on? I cannot count them
All the things you are
Were I stronger IÔÇÖd 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 IÔÇÿve 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, scared vows, trigger happy punk
Driven by hidden eyes and figure hugging junk
Heaven knows if IÔÇÖm close, am I unreleased?
If IÔÇÖm in hell I may as well be famine to the feast
Can I hold on, can I belong to
All the things you are?
ThereÔÇÖs no sane in, chaos reigns in Subterranea
