| The phantoms reign where no gods are
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| Their indiscreet abominations are spectacular
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| If there’s a lousier scene, I haven’t seen it yet
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| (we been ridden hard and put away wet —
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| Been ridden hard and put away wet)
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| There comes a day you see what we are:
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| Closer in nature to the tapeworm than the jaguar
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| And we’re the feast of germs — lest we forget
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| (Hey — are we having fun yet? Are we having fun yet?)
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| Bring us the Louder Light. |
| Bring us the shining noise
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| Bring the kind of mess the ghost of Elvis enjoys
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| Join the Windowlickers in the holy night
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| We make our own kind of entertainment in the Church of the Louder Light
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| Let the Imponderables foam as they may
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| We haven’t reached the point of peak psychosis anyway
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| Interrogate yourself before the moment’s gone —
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| ‘is this the hill that you wanna die on? |
| Is this the hill that you wanna die on?
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| Bring us the Louder Light. |
| Echo the blinding sound
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| Let’s all go into the cyclotron and wander around
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| Check out the monster in his silver tights!
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| It’s a new kind of Wrestlemania in the Church of the Louder Light
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| We’re Synaesthesiacs for the New Age
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| Purifying the ether from the Pyramid Stage
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| A consummation by a thousand drums
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| All aboard for the life to come. |
| All aboard for the life to come
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| Bring us the Louder Light. |
| White Noise Perpetual
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| Bring us the party we can hear through the wall
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| Slake your lumosonic appetite
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| You can see through the veil of silence in the Church of the Louder Light |