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.
