I am a member of the underworld, nothing exists below the solid ground that holds the vehicle that folds my soul and only those question can know this place incomprehensible thought inside miles of empty space I try to see my face when I look in the mirror But I can't help looking past it the truth becoming all too clear I'm scared the haunting follows me where I dare to tread and the values I once held appear to have been left behind With my x-ray vision I see all that hides and it's all too much for my weakened mind to process, so I keep watching it walking the line I hope that one day my divine eyes become desensitized to all this madness, I better find some answers fast as light I be 200 pounds of irony in a casket and it will happen, how can I explain in a single passage The suffering I must endure to keep reaching and grasping at those golden stars above, enlightenment, intelligence two concepts we wish we could rub up against But I'm done with them I feel like every truth is punishment I stop waiting for the stars and start waiting for the mothership The underground is a place to face demons to play with reason, see the essence of what you seek in this history exists only on faded pages A humans quest for truth contributes to his anguish The underground is a place to face demons to play with reason, see the essence of what you seek in this history exists only on faded pages A humans quest for truth contributes to his anguish Subterranean tunneling eyeless mole worming its way through the desert sand under a sky of bones no one alive could hold a knife to his throat and float this high before he chokes and dies on these miles of road smoking a cigarette leaping without a release button to hold between his fingertips We fiend for this rush whether dunce or genius Huxtable bleed with the bloodsuckers rats in maze staring back with a masterful gaze discovery we don't prefer castles to caves practicing witchcraft avidly Christians were panicking then again so were the atheists racing to escape the wicked specter of tragedy strangling misanthropy at the time I was a thief and a beggar then I became a businessman and we didn't need each other this earth is my property just like her just like servants and ecology anything forever I sign a peace treaty with the devil to have my life freely only to find in death my soul confined to the fires of hades since 1985 I been a rebel inside this 3d casing chasing dreams outta my house with a broom to keep aching