Do Not Resuscitate

My eyes deceive me. It seems the only explanation for this
What of the spirit we loved and the heart no one seems to miss?
Surrounded by the deluded with no sense of reality
Ever singing too loudly of their f*cking soundscan fantasy
Tear open the shirt and read it true:
We'd rather be underground than surrounded by you
Today is our day to die. Tonight, leave us where we lie
There's a place in the lights for those
Who ambitiously pimp their name and those who sell facades
Of themselves for the ephemeral fame
If you're counting on seeing us there
Without a doubt you idiots can count on the fact that you can count us out
Tear open the shirt and read it true:
We'd rather be underground than surrounded by you
Today is our day to die. Tonight, leave us where we lie
Now let us wish you goodnight and goodbye