Quantum Flamenco Dreams

GIRL-IES IN THE COCK-PIT,

FAC-ING DOWN THE MIR-ROR'S GAZE,

SORT-ING THROUGH THE TRUTH BE-HIND THE COL-ORED COM-PRO-MISE HAZE.

A HIGH-LY STREAM-A-BLE DI-ARY THAT EV-ERY-ONE CAN READ,

PLANT-ING ALL OUR RAW-EST PAIN TO WATCH A NEW TRUTH BREED!

Meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw

meaw meaws IN the LIGHT,

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

NINETY-SIX PER-CENT NO DIS-CO,

SIXTY-SEVEN NO DISPLAY, WE ARE STRIP-PING DOWN THE NOISE TO LET THE

GENUINE VOICE STAY. Amara vara Mara vara PSY-CHO-LO-GIC PANE,

OWN-ING EV-ERY SCAR WE FOUND WITHIN THE CYBER-POROUS RAIN.

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

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

WE'RE LAUGHING AS THE WHOLE MACHINE GOES DOWN,

THE UNHINGED ROYALTY OF THE BURNING TOWN!

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

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

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

WE ARE DEEP AND REAL AND FREE UN-DER DEAD AND 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.