The Honshu Underground - No Trigger

Here’s to the day when all the skies turned white

Warm powder coated parking lots, familiar thoughts

Most higher forms of life

And all the commotion must have scared away the sun

But not before it took its vengeance on us all

The idiots with the vacuum switch left us behind

Repeat again, they got it all and gave back nothing

Yeah, another anthem subterranean resides right beneath 1945

With my arms glued securely to my sides

All that I can do is yell my guts dry

Buttons and citizens left red and depressed

Countdowns and businessmen all dressed up

Dead inside and it’s gone.

It’s all gone

New cultures built of dirt and flames

Look to the sky and point to blame us all

While the men have gone away to fight

The innocent huddle in the cool pacific moonlight

Shadows of this place softly congregate

But never show their faces to the other monster races

Yeah, another anthem subterranean resides right beneath 1945

Walking streets hidden underneath the streets

Whiffing ash and metal, this time we’re left behind

We’re left behind

So now we sing the new refrain

We sing sub-terrain, sub-terrain, sub-terrain