Soma
A mind that judges and desires and the trials made up of these suggestions. But, oh-oh these aren't our suggestions, suggestions are extinct. Not long and we'll be children.
The sound...of four thousand electric clocks
We're savages
Exiled...in the name of the higher art
We're peasants on holiday
We're made to scream at 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 controller told me so
I'm pleasantly hallucinating
COMMUNITY! IDENTITY!
STABILITY!
We'll leave behind...
The most welcome silence when we're gone...
COMMUNITY! IDENTITY!
STABILITY!
We'll leave behind...
The most welcome silence when we're gone
The sound...of four thousand electric clocks
We're savages
Exiled...in the name of the higher art
We're peasants on holiday
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, yeah, we will escape
I'm pleasantly hallucinating
COMMUNITY! IDENTITY!
STABILITY!
We'll leave behind...
The most welcome silence when we're gone...
COMMUNITY! IDENTITY!
STABILITY!
We'll leave behind...
The most welcome silence when we're gone...
COMMUNITY! IDENTITY!
STABILITY!
WE'LL LEAVE BEHIND...
THE MOST WELCOME SILENCE WHEN WE'RE GONE...
WHEN WE'RE GONE!
We'll leave BEHIND...
The most welcome silence when we're GONE!
Autor(es): InMemory