The sound of four thousand electric clocks.
We池e savages exiled in the name of the higher art.
We are peasants on holiday.
We池e made to scream to the sight of a rose.
Just one more gram, just one more dose.
I swear after this then I知 done for good.
I知 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知 pleasantly hallucinating.
Community.
Identity.
Stability.
We値l leave behind the most welcome silence when we池e gone.
How come these paintings are electric shocks?
Repetitions in my headphones, and they just don稚 stop.
A couple thousand and they値l make one truth.
I知 pleasantly hallucinating.
I love her therefore I知 promiscuous.
But she belongs to everyone.
She痴 so precious.
I swear to ford, yea we will escape.
I知 pleasantly hallucinating.
Community.
Identity.
Stability.
