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Here's to the day when all the turned white.
Warm coated parking lots, familiar thoughts,
most forms of life.
And all the must have scared away the sun,
but not it took its vengeance on us all.

The idiots with the vacuum switch us behind.
Repeat again, got it all and gave back nothing.
Yeah, anthem subterranean resides right beneath 1945.
my arms glued securely to my sides,
all that I can do is yell my dry.

and citizens left red and depressed.
Countdowns and all dressed up,
dead inside and gone. It's all gone.
New cultures built of dirt and
to the sky and point to blame us all.

While the men have gone to fight,
the huddle in the cool pacific moonlight.
of this place softly congregate
but never show their to the other monster races.

Yeah, another anthem subterranean right beneath 1945.
Walking streets underneath the streets.
Whiffing ash and metal, this time we're behind.
We're behind.

So now we the new refrain.
We sub-terrain, sub-terrain, sub-terrain.