Plastic leaders seem like insects, tortured cities lost beyond Pleasure films of landscape, dirt on royal gowns The man said to cop, "Religion, all I want is peace" He said, "This was the land of freedom but it's not for free"
Yeah, to the problems they're in my head
Psychedelic friction healing statues carved from Gods Searching for our true believers, please count me as one But you know I can't be your savior 'cause I need my own
Yeah, to the problems they're in my head Man kill the administration
Little sister, she's been saying plastic prayers to God Little sister, she's been saying plastic prayers to God
Find the answers, yeah, to your problems Find the answers, yeah, to your problems I've laid down Lord, I've laid down, Lord
Visualizing a cool breeze demolition And sacred fevers on rivers weeping insanity Builders of cities, destroyers of worlds Kings of extinction, I am no longer yours