Lyrics

"He's seeing monsters. He's losing his mind, and he feels it going." Heavens trash fixation Turning mass direction Having a relationship without guilt Mass direction Off and away hazy circles round the eyes How long "He's seeing monsters. He's losing his mind, and he feels it going." Heavens trash it's a vacant Scathing vapor ancient role play Downward the shores of Pluto Downward [x3] Downward shores of Pluto "Kids who take LSD aren't going to fight your wars. Middle class, middle-aged, whiskey-drinking generals..." Heavens trash dusty circles Flies the byways of the mind Mass direction Flower cauldron answer brew to mystify Hate disease [x4] Downward [x3] Downward shores of Pluto Hate disease [x4] Sure Sure all Sure all Sure all right Sure All Right "He is intensely, extremely, terribly, uncomfortable."