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Barely alive, generally unwell

Wallowing below, close to hell

Sprouting up like weeds

Spreading like disease

Scouring the void

Devouring this noise

Once you’ve been bit

You’re always looking for a hit

Only thing on our minds

Is distorted grime

Boozy freaks, loose in the streets

Fiending and sick, looking for a fix

Itchy and sore, searching for a score

We’re addicted to the underground

Fiends surround, circled around

We’re addicted to the underground

Insatiable hounds for depraved sound

We’re addicted to the underground

We feed on rotten sound

We piss on your hallowed ground

There’s no hope for us

We’re deep in your guts