Belly first, unrehearsed, I'm thrown from all I've 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? There's no sane in, chaos reigns in Subterranea Cadillac heart attack, back of this beyond Pusher king, TV queen, accommodating blonde At Traitor's 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 I'd 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 I've 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 I'm close, am I unreleased? If I'm in hell I may as well be famine to the feast Can I hold on, can I belong to All the things you are? There's no sane in, chaos reigns in Subterranea