Cultclass - Lyrics - Dark Time Sunshine

Take a blow on, wrap your head around, This fairy fairy-tale become real now. Believe in everything, because there's nothing to believe, Scientifical fate is now a big conceit. Let's go to Heaven on a rocket-ship, mate, It's already been paid for by the church's collection play. Measure behind us stay at the daughter that provides the iron dime, Joseph for Mary with the gift that all spring define. And for the fascinating inventions and carpentry, Able to forgive anybody, even you and me, Even able to forgive Cain or vice-versa, Principalities perform the policies with the Prince of Persia. Cultclass, a combination of the big class up town, Jesus Christ's a super-star, amen! Holly mountain and aliens, we are them, Men, women and children. Cultclass, a combination of the big class up town, Jesus Christ's a super-star, amen! Holly mountain and aliens, we are them, Men, women and children. Another virtual campaign, Apple computer, apple, also Adam and Eve to blame. Below the Microsoft had poised us the parcels, No ask-to of everything, but accidental and afloat ‘em. You're there, I start to prepare, You'd be saying the rosary is proof of physics while those class mates stare. But they cannot explain the inan, the root of just that we're living, Abracadabra element, mechanics in a glass slipper. Big dip, a little deeper, holly water supplies, Many, many profit when the testing of the Bible's often. We'd use a monocle and telescope and tools, Interpretation is what you make of it in the start coal. Cultclass, a combination of the big class up town, Jesus Christ's a super-star, amen! Holly mountain and aliens, we are them, Men, women and children. Cultclass, a combination of the big class up town, Jesus Christ's a super-star, amen! Holly mountain and aliens, we are them, Men, women and children. Right behind my eyes I see that incriminent to be a ***, You might catch a glimpse, illuminate you, that could be a bliss. My mind with an accuracy, short put the comment, Who had chance at ratio the inners of a comment to change you Who at time skeptical storms may emerge both worlds with words. Never conform to the darker odds of death wars, the way that I seen, My soul cleaves to the night, because the water's making it different. I'm lifted from this physical form To celestial my ways which explains the norm. To the cloud tiding, to the balcons round with joy, And in this world dancing, too, makes my life a toy. To the crooks in, I'm paying with one that's up the reef, My voice is up the underground, realizing the peek. That wide world is love, substantial and sincere, When shall I wake from this dream and find me there.