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