The Ecstatic Static

The pimp's going 'round
Extinguishing the flame
Digging the tranches in which to bury heartsThe dim and cold climate of awareness
Where the reptiles thrive
And people are made to walk the streetsThis beat, the purpose
In my heart generates infinite energyWell, this beat, the purpose
In my heart generates infinite energy
There's nothing to worry
Share the immensityHe went 'round
Switching the people's heart's off
Promising to deal with realityWe bought it
Because everything seemed
More bearable than immensity