Lyrics:
Momentary sensory paralysis
Moments cut like shards of broken glass
Somewhere between sublime and the ridiculous
Is where we go to mend a broken
Haven't felt those arms in a minute
Familiar sensory's
Half foreign to me now
Pages turned
And papers worn
And coffee spills on the
Corner of my
me overload
And brings me to comatose
And if you lay your head on this custom pillow
I couldn't help but feel so low
The sadness sensory overload
potential
Through deep hypnosis, sensory deprivation
And subconscious sculpting
We at the institute can help
You manifest a truer, deeper
More capable you
awaits
Nowhere is safe, psychosis awaits
There's no escape, I'll go insane
The saturation of sensory perception
Nowhere is safe
The saturation of sensory
for the gun
The blood in my eyes your weeps and your cries it's a sensory overload
The gun to your head, while nothing is said fighting until it's done
vitality, give me more energy
Artificial trepanning, vitae sensory
Control the elementary parameters
My ultimate intent is to re-unite
on the holy land
leave you I'm so depressed
'Cause you're my only happiness
God please let us go on this way
Seems we have extra-sensory perception
You can send me
Limitation it's not about instinct
Just go trough a new purest vision
Find me there, there are no borders ahead, you will live an Extra Sensory Perception.
on the sensory screen
Camera curves over caved-in cop cars
Bleacher-creatures, would-be desperadoes
Clutch at plausible deniability
Don't touch that dial
sensory mind is too old to cry
Not ready to live and too strange to die
So stop your doubt push the world on by
With your hand
It takes time to love
Moggie in the moonlight listens:
Whiskered sensory miracle.
Felis, befriend us
Egyptian Mau, Freya's familiar.
Long in the future
Cloned
Artificial trepanning, vitae sensory
Control the elementary parameters
My ultimate intent is to re-unite on the holy land
The indispensable beings of our
on the sensory screen
Camera curves over caved-in cop cars
Bleacher-creatures, would-be desperadoes
Clutch at plausible deniability
Don't touch that dial
he's up, he doesn't know when he's beaten, this boy, lie
doesn't know when he's winning either. He doesn't have any sort
of sensory apparatus. Oh there's
in the moonlight, moonlight listens
Whiskered sensory miracle
Felis, befriend us
Egyptian Mau-Freya's familiar
Long in the future
Cloned
sensory mind is too old to cry
Not ready to live and too strange to die
So stop your doubt push the world on by
With your hand
It takes time to love
With a sin for me, separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries
And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries
This perpetus
Caracal.
Moggie in the moonlight listens:
Whiskered sensory miracle.
Felis, befriend us -
Egyptian Mau - Freya's familiar.
Long in the future -
Turning white
Turning white
It's like sensory overload
A little overexposed
I can't speak, I can't think
I can't see anything
I know it's bright
A bullet through your heart
Interpret the eyes as they die
Should i cry should I love
Your poor lashes blow
Victim of sensory love
You cry over my
Just on the down low
I'm feeling pretty low
Some days I feel fine
Others, I don't know
I got a sensory road block
I'm in a binary mind lock
So
memory surrogates downloaded bought & sold, no true sense
of self. Impending sensory death looming near.
A number, this is what you've become. Life
the chosen few
Survive another year
The market is dead, accounts in the red
Media saturation
We're deep in a rut, the arteries cut
Sensory deprivation
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