Strung Out

Tonight we're gonna burn it up
till too much feels alright
The feast has been laid out
to the hungry eyes inside our minds
We are not without a cause
the passion's in our vice
We are not content to judge
or fit to moralize
We're on the outside looking in
unbreakable in all we are
Enemy of the Sun we are the subterranean
Apocalyptic daydream casual delirium
So take a deep breath and close your eyes
and be glad that you are here
Let each passing moment sterilize
and wash away like tears
Any means to and end
are the means that I use to get by
And I try to be good
but it's understood
that tonight we'll both look the other way