Lyrics:

Huh
Are y'all ready, ready, ready
For 3-3-3-311?
Are y-y'all, y'all ready, read-, read-, ready
For 311?

I'd like to stay here just like this
It's just a momentary bliss
That's all we can hope for, that's a reason to cope for
This life, this life and no more

You will be immortal, man, one in the hand
You will know exactly then what you have
You found the cure, and Morse codes for rapture
Get with your rhythm, get with your nature

The moment's runnin' down a mountain
It can be captured from a fountain
Times all that it can be, absence of agony
Pleasure from the lack of pain

You will be immortal, man, one in the hand
You will know exactly then what you have
You found the cure, and Morse codes for rapture
Get with your rhythm, get with your nature

Serendipitous, my travels throughout time
I grab a moment like a thief and then I make it mine
Nothing will compare to your realization
When you come to find out your new object of fixation

Try to freeze time, try to freeze time for your mind
Perfect snapshot to always rewind
Golden buttered jam, golden buttered jam for your slam
Remember it in your synapse diagram

Sweetness is your bein', zen human walkin'
Steppin' out from shadows, flowin' like a breeze soft and
When dawn unveils the morning star risen
Feel the light, feel the love, you're christened

With this life, not ours, not for long
But for the taking take it, the birth light breaking break it
Between the light and dark is a seam that is caving in
Mutating rearranging your soul, changing form again

You are immortal, man, one in the hand
You will know exactly then what you have
You found the cure, and Morse codes for rapture
Get with your rhythm, get with your nature

Serendipitous, my travels throughout time
I grab a moment like a thief and then I make it mine
Nothing will compare to the realization
When you come to find out your new object of fixation

Try to freeze time, try to freeze time for your mind
Perfect snapshot to always rewind
Golden buttered jam, golden buttered jam for your slam
Remember it in your synapse diagram

You are immortal, man, one in the hand
Know exactly then what you have
You got the cure (cure), and Morse codes for rapture
Get with your rhythm, get with your nature