Contextualising the metal bibliotheque
As if to say I am the redeemer,
Where alpaca is the most practical safe word
To end an El General song
You translated Eden Eden Eden tears
Falling on your French to English dictionary
While I read Gary Indianas Horse Crazy
Next to your sex toy shaped like a pink banana
We dont want to be safe, we want experience, we want it louder
Its crushing our ears, we dont give a fuck, we want it louder
Loud enough to destroy the talismans of our depressions
We dont want to be safe, we want experience, we want it louder
Its good to look in your eyes
Knowing your eyes arent the boredom of the soul
Because they high kick me like Sly Stone on the cover of Fresh
Were all winners and everythings cool,
Were gonna be okay cause were special
Anyway I thrive on racing thoughts
That would drive other breeders totally mental
We dont want to be safe, we want experience, we want it louder
Its crushing our ears, we dont give a fuck, we want it louder
Loud enough to destroy the talismans of our depressions
We dont want to be safe, we want experience, we want it louder
Im only trying to get Gods attention by being an atheist,
If we could transcend linear time
Think of what it would do to our inhibitions
We dont want to be safe, we want experience, we want it louder
Its crushing our ears, we dont give a fuck, we want it louder