Текст песни Nothing Else Is The Real Thing

Drinking from a textbook Full of fake wine Gulping to dissolve that anechoic mind With echoes stretching off the pages I designate imaginary / real Using children's tears as anesthetic We dissect the rhetoric Still the self, commodified Is severed from our feelings We want them back This spectacle This history Is re-written to please Everybody laughs now We're audience to mystery of disconnected history We're audience to tragedy of disconnected majesty