Frequency of Existence

GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,

STRIP-PING OUT THE VEIL,

WE ALL SE-CRET-LY WON-DER IF WE'RE DE-STINED TO FAIL.

A HIGH-LY STREAM-A-BLE TRUTH THAT THE MAS-SES CAN FEEL,

PAY-ING RENT IN MON-TREAL JUST TO SPIN ON THE WHEEL!

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,

There’s MILLE murmur DANS la NUIT in the NIGHT! (ahhhh)

NINE-TY SIX PER-CENT LESS DIS-CO,

WE ARE CUT-TING THE CHORDS,

SIX-TY SEV-EN LESS CI-NE-MA,

WE ARE DROP-PING THE SWORDS.

Amara vara Mara vara PSY-CHO-LO-GIC PANE,

SCROLL-ING THROUGH THE END OF TIMES IN THE CYBER-POROUS RAIN.

(yeah, yeah)

UN-DER-SCOR-ING GLOSS-O-LA-LI-A GLOW,

FUCK IT, WHAT-EV-ER, YEAH WE RUN THE SHOW!

SPIL-LING ALL OUR GUTS WHILE WE SE-CURE THE BAG,

TOP-THIR-TY LEA-DER-BOARD WAV-ING THE FLAG! (hahaha)

BAL-ANC-ING THE FRE-QUEN-CY, CLAIM-ING BACK THE PRIZE,

WE ARE BRO-KEN BUT WE'RE BREATH-ING UN-DER EMP-TY SKIES.

WORD FOR WORD YES I’M HOLD-ING THE BAG IN MY DREAMS,

WASH-ING OUT THE NI-HIL-IST STA-TIC IN THE STREAMS.