Left to right and so the ultra violet Are the vultures violent keep the cultures silent While the paper tigers hunt the baby drivers Still you wanna know what I’m feeling?
Please, machine, I keep my logic clean I keep her dopamine locked up in quarantine A contravene amphetamine So deep, the state and breathing
Gift genetics to the telekinetics Here the change in taste is so synthetic But so am I do you wanna find out Still you wanna know what I’m feeling?
So I elect disguise Seraphim from a strange scene So I elect disguise They’re dancing on a pin, dancing on a pin
We’re the ones who pretend Living life through a lens We only see what we wanna see, to see We’re the ones who pretend To the sweetest end Won’t you strip a little back for me, for me? Living life through a lens We’re the ones who pretend
Overthrow the overthrow A self-inciting dynamo Through audio with an undertow Pleasing and believing
So I elect disguise Seraphim from a strange scene So I elect disguise They’re dancing on a whim, dancing on a pin
We’re the ones who pretend Living life through a lens We only see what we wanna see, to see We’re the ones who pretend To the sweetest end Won’t you strip a little back for me, for me? Living life through a lens We’re the ones who pretend Living life through a lens We’re the ones who pretend
We climb, ascend There never was an end We’d settle for an answer What did you intend?
This is not the answer (same old stories going round) This is not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground) Your maps are not the landscape (no matter how much you want it) They won’t solve it all (burn the dead wood to the ground)
We are not the answer (same old stories going round) We are not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground) Your maps are not the landscape (not matter how much you want it) They won’t solve it all (burn the dead wood to the ground)
This is not the answer (same old stories going round) This is not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground) We are not the answer (burn the dead wood to the ground)