Lyrics

The sound of four thousand electric clocks We're savages exiled in the name of the higher art We are peasants on holiday We're made to scream to the sight of a rose Just one more gram, just one more dose I swear after this then I'm done for good I'm pleasantly hallucinating Once upon a time there was a thing called soul And immorality was out of control I know because my control told me so I'm pleasantly hallucinating Community Stability Identity We'll leave behind the most welcome silence when we're gone How come these paintings are electric shocks? Repetitions in my headphones, and they just don't stop A couple thousand and they'll make one truth I'm pleasantly hallucinating I love her therefore I'm promiscuous But she belongs to everyone She's so precious I swear to ford, yea we will escape I'm pleasantly hallucinating Community Stability Identity