Without this make-up, we'd have lost already.
But while we're in this pretty mask, we can achieve anything.
March down the street in a delicate fashion,
Then rip of your clothes and start a riot.
Somebody told me I'd always finish last.
I figured out the soul proof here,
In the writing that we decorate ourselves in.
Black ink and whispy white text,
Lacing the vortexof the blank with a pure understanding.
We're here to stay, regardless of your wishes.
I don't mind. I don't mind. I don't mind.
I'm now fully submerged in the music again,
Fully submerged in my mind and the wisdom of the snake.
And when I step through and come out the otherside,
Something will have changed.
But do you have the courage to take the leap into the unknown?
Hold my hand and we'll whisper away the darkness.
And through the blinding fluro light,
We'll see the oncoming future and pause it,
Sudden change, sudden change, sudden change.
And we'll look back and rearange what went wrong with us.
And suddenly we'll be a part of the world.
But we're never satisfied this easy, oh no,
There will be much more of this before we cease to feel lost.
You're addicted, little rabbit,
And here's our proof.
Dance through the sound system, making love the chemicals in your system.
Watch the sky explode inside you.
BAM, BAM, BAM.
Butterflies making there way across your stomach in a wicked two-step.
Last time I felt this free,
I wasn't created yet.
Fuck this mind to the extent of your abilities.
Here, the serpent garrisons.
He lies in wait for any disturbance and cuts of your head!
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
I am free, as long as he is still a part of my imagination.
Seek liberation. Seek liberation. Seek liberation.
Here, the serpent sleeps.