Lyrics:

'He's seeing monsters. He's losing his mind, and he feels it going.'
Heavens trash fixation
Turning mass direction
Having a relationship without guilt
Mass direction
Off and away hazy circles round the eyes
How long
'He's seeing monsters. He's losing his mind, and he feels it going.'
Heavens trash it's a vacant
Scathing vapor ancient role play
Downward the shores of Pluto
Downward
Downward shores of Pluto
'Kids who take LSD aren't going to fight your wars. Middle class, middle-aged, whiskey-drinking generals...'
Heavens trash dusty circles
Flies the byways of the mind
Mass direction
Flower cauldron answer brew to mystify
Hate disease

Downward
Downward shores of Pluto
Hate disease
Sure
Sure all
Sure all
Sure all right
Sure
All
Right
'He is intensely, extremely, terribly, uncomfortable.'