Testo di Stereo Sanctity

Seven I'm keeping my commission to faith's transmission Two speakers dream the same and skies turn red Satellites flashing down Orchard and Delancey I can't get laid 'cause everyone is dead Hey, gold connections Analog soul waving in your hair Hey, hylozoic directions She's talking blue streaks everywhere Your spirit is time-reversed to your body Stereographic mix-up, field on field It started growing up the day your body dies Only apparently, real to irreal Hey, stereo stations Perfect image, kneel down Hey, hypostatic information Come on, let's hear you turn around