Subterranea Lyrics
| Song | Subterranea |
| Artist | IQ |
| Album | Subterranea |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : IQ, Nicholls | |
| 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 | |
| Surgeon carves the matching halves | |
| 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, sacred 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 |
| zuo ci : IQ, Nicholls | |
| 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 | |
| Surgeon carves the matching halves | |
| 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, sacred 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 |
| zuò cí : IQ, Nicholls | |
| 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 | |
| Surgeon carves the matching halves | |
| 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, sacred 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 |
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