Subterranea
I.Q. Lyrics

Belly first, unrehearsed, I'm thrown from all I've known
I'm thrust into the unknown, vulnerable and unprepared, leaving everything familiar behind.

A silhouette set among the Badlands paved with stone
I am a dark, indistinct figure in a vast, lifeless landscape.

Photographs, fingerprints, fragile refugee
I am a powerless and impermanent nomad, leaving behind only traces of my existence.

Higher rise fire in the sky society
The society I knew does not exist here in this cold, sterile environment.

Can I hold on, can I believe in All the things you are?
Is there anything to trust or believe in anymore?

There's no sane in, chaos reigns in Subterranea
Here in this hellish subterranean world, there is only madness and chaos.

Cadillac heart attack, back of this beyond
The darkness and uncertainty of the unknown environment can bring on a kind of death.

Pusher king, tv queen, accommodating blonde
This world is populated by drug pushers, reality TV stars, and shallow party girls.

At Traitors Gate while you Wait gender reassigned
Here, society has the power to manipulate and control one’s identity.

The blindfold leads the blind
Those who control this world are just as blind as those they oppress.

Can I hold on? I cannot count them All the things you are
There are too many unknowns in this world to have faith in anything.

Were I stronger I'd hold out longer in Subterranea
If I were more capable and better prepared, I might be able to survive here longer.

Without the walls, comfort is freezing in my veins
Outside the walls of this world, there is a crippling lack of comfort and security.

And caught within chemical rain My dreams have turned against me
I am exposed to a toxic environment, and my own dreams and desires are my worst enemy.

And fatally have fenced me in Above me cold light and below me over all The time I've lost, how can I know?
I am trapped and confined, with no way of knowing how much time has passed or how long I can survive.

So I keep forgetting what I am half recalling On a bed of fallen flowers Hold me now as I was held before
Amidst the chaos, I try to hold onto past memories and experiences for comfort.

Powerhouse, scared vows, trigger happy punk
The world is dominated by those who hold the power, who are volatile and dangerous.

Driven by hidden eyes and figure hugging junk
Their actions are motivated by a deep-seated fear and obsession with superficial appearances.

Heaven knows if I'm close, am I unreleased? If I'm in hell I may as well be famine to the feast
I don't know if I'm any closer to freedom or release, and even if I escape this world, I will feel starved and alone.

There's no sane in, chaos reigns in Subterranea
This line is repeated to emphasize that there is no sanity or stability in this underground world.