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At last, the child's mind is these suggestions
And the sum of these suggestions is the child's mind
And not the child's mind only, the adults mind too.
All is life long
The mind that judges and desires is the childs mind
Made of up of these suggestions
But all of these suggestions are our suggestions or suggestions of the state
Not the children
The sound of four thousand electric clocks.
Were savages exiled in the name of the higher art.
We are peasants on holiday.
Were made to scream to the sight of a rose.
Just one more gram, just one more dose.
I swear after this then Im done for good.
Im pleasantly hallucinating.
Once upon a time there was a thing called soul.
And in morality was out of control.
I know because my contry has told me so.
Im pleasantly hallucinating.
Community.
Identity.
Stabillity.
Well leave behind the most welcome silence when were gone.
Community.
Identity.
Stabillity.
We'll leave behind the most welcome silence when we're gone.
The sound of four thousand electric clocks
We're salvages exiled in the name of the higher art
We're peasents on holiday
How come these paintings are electric shocks?
Repetitions in my headphones, and they just dont stop.
A couple thousand and theyll make one truth.
Im pleasantly hallucinating.
I love her therefore Im promiscuous.
But she belongs to everyone.
Shes so precious.
I swear to ford, yea we will escape.
Im pleasantly hallucinating.
Community.
Identity.
Stabillity.
Well leave behind the most welcome silence when were gone.
(repeat x3)
When we're gone
When we're gone
We'll leave behind the most welcome silence when we're gone