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