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