Dancing on the Head of a Pin

Left to right and so the ultra violet

Are the vultures violent keep the cultures silent

While the paper tigers hunt the baby drivers

Still you wanna know what I'm feeling?

Please, machine, I keep my logic clean

I keep her dopamine locked up in quarantine

A contravene amphetamine

So deep, the state and breathing

Gift genetics to the telekinesis

Here the change in taste is so synthetic

But so am I do you wanna find out

Still you wanna know what I'm feeling?

So I elect disguise

Seraphim from a strange scene

So I elect disguise

They're dancing on a pin, dancing on a pin

(Woah) we're the ones who pretend

(Woah) living life through a lens

(Woah) we only see what we wanna see, to see

(Woah) we're the ones who pretend

(Woah) to the sweetest end

(Woah) won't you strip a little back for me, for me?

(Woah) living life through a lens

(Woah) we're the ones who pretend

Overthrow the overthrow

A self-inciting dynamo

Through audio with an undertow

Pleasing and believing

So I elect disguise

Seraphim from a strange scene

So I elect disguise

They're dancing on a whim, dancing on a pin

(Woah) we're the ones who pretend

(Woah) living life through a lens

(Woah) we only see what we wanna see, to see

(Woah) we're the ones who pretend

(Woah) to the sweetest end

(Woah) won't you strip a little back for me, for me?

(Woah) living life through a lens

(Woah) we're the ones who pretend

(Woah) living life through a lens

(Woah) we're the ones who pretend

We climb, ascend

There never was an end

We'd settle for an answer

What did you intend?

This is not the answer (same old stories going 'round)

This is not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)

Your maps are not the landscape (no matter how much you want it)

They won't solve it all (burn the dead wood to the ground)

We are not the answer (same old stories going 'round)

We are not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)

Your maps are not the landscape (not matter how much you want it)

They won't solve it all (burn the dead wood to the ground)

This is not the answer (same old stories going 'round)

This is not the cure (burn the dead wood to the ground)

We are not the answer (burn the dead wood to the ground)