Subterranea

Dark days, we're talking to gods The all-knowing call and response Eyes down, it's no wonder That we are all Helpless, responsible I sense a shaking from within A future subterranean Escape to space, they fled the scene No helping hand, you'll never leave I had a feeling, but it faded away I'm so pale, you can see right through me And I've grown allergic to all the dust Competing waves destroy us I sense a shaking from within A future subterranean Sell off your worthless possessions No help from love and you are done