I don't tell you what to think
I'm showing you what I found
In my travels on the brink
In all this watching around
Open your eyes and just sink
You will never hit the ground
Dig into oceans of ink
Travel a land out of bound

We had us feeling monstrous
I'm telling you what I've seen
Truth first comes from the unconscious
Before we don't know where it's been
We're peddling hallucinations
Finding the way to new fears
On our onboard televisions
But it is music to our ears

Tell good from bad and run across
There is still time to get it wrong
Just keep on running at a loss
Because the road is very long
Find a way through each other's eyes
To tell a stranger the same
What's right with many little lies
As long as no one ruins the game

There's been so many strange things
It's getting hard to keep track
We struck unusual feelings
And gave it all a righteous wack
Constant contextual action
In our historical outburst
Nausea's a common reaction
When stepping foot on something cursed