Here’s to the day when all the skies turned white.nWarm powder coated parking lots, familiar thoughts, most higher forms of life.nAnd all the commotion must have scared away the sun,nbut not before it took its vengeance on us all.nnThe idiots with the vacuum switch left us behind.nRepeat again, they got it all and gave back nothing.nnYeah, another anthem subterranean resides right beneath 1945.nWith my arms glued securely to my sides,nall that I can do is yell my guts dry.nnButtons and citizens left red and depressed.nCountdowns and businessmen all dressed up, dead inside and it’s gone.nIt’s all gone. New cultures built of dirt and flamesnlook to the sky and point to blame us all.nWhile the men have gone away to fight,nthe innocent huddle in the cool pacific moonlight.nShadows of this place softly congregatenbut never show their faces to the other monster races.nnYeah, another anthem subterranean resides right beneath 1945.nWalking streets hidden underneath the streets.nWhiffing ash and metal, this time we’re left behind. We’re left behind.nnSo now we sing the new refrain.nWe sing sub-terrain, sub-terrain, sub-terrain.
Lyrics by Adelleda
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