Ecstatic Static

The pimp's going 'round

Extinguishing the flame

Digging the tranches in which to bury hearts



The dim and cold climate of awareness

Where the reptiles thrive

And people are made to walk the streets



This beat, the purpose

In my heart generates infinite energy



Well, this beat, the purpose

In my heart generates infinite energy

There's nothing to worry

Share the immensity



He went 'round

Switching the people's heart's off

Promising to deal with reality



We bought it

Because everything seemed

More bearable than immensity