Atlas Ahead - Lonely Hearts Club lyrics

Luxuriating in blunt hedonism - We don't ask for more. Sticky sweet candy reality - Synchronized swimming in the mire of insanity. There's no curtain to be raised Just a flavorless after-taste Set the clocks for Las Vegas time Flip the coin and drop the dime You're letting me drown in a shallow puddle. And I have to admit your blood red lips ain't life belts. See how I slip on your principles – feels like a fisticuff plus bra** knuckles. Hefty header in stringed together platitudes – Stop being so crude. The stroboscope wrecks our synapses. We're waiting for collective collapses. An army of rotating fists is punching the air till dislocating wrists. So do we agree that a sweaty alien body conveys security? Hefty header in stringed together platitudes - Must it be so crude?