Lesson #153 Lyrics

Me, I've never been ultra

And I, never been in the culture

Because of this, we never submiss

We sing to the abyss

Your God is the God of the page

His plans have always been in vain

The record skips and he's losing his shit

Oh, he's fled and fell off of the street

You, have always been cryptic

And your words are apocalyptic

You said you'd fix it, but you need equipment

From inside the Faraday cage

Your God is the God of the stage

The first act is the first of his place

The records get, and he's losing his grip

Oh, he took and fell on the ground

But you give me all that I need

You give me all that I need

Tomorrow will come and we'll get nothing done

Oh, we didn't have fun in the least