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