Flash Delirium - MGMT

Mild apprehension

Blank dreams of the coming fun

Distort the odds of a turnaround

Gut screams out next to none

So turn it on, tune it in

And stay inert

You say, «I've got the backbone»

The back way to escape the gun

Climbing a tree with a missing limb

And not saving anyone

And now it hurts to stay at home

And see flash

The mirror ball’s throwing mold

And you can’t get a grip if there’s nothing to hold

You see the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt

And if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt

Plants, as far as I know are still

Still bending toward the light

And if we dance until the heart explodes

It will make this place ignite

And even if this hall collapses

I can stand by my pillar of hope

It’s just a case of flash delirium

Here’s a growing culture deep inside a corpse

Ages stuck together, taking it to the source

Timeless desperation, pictures on a screen scream

«Hey, people, what does it mean?»

Comfort keeps us nice

So quick to donate everything (nothing arrives)

Die wolken drifting blinding smiles circling (einkreisen)

And time’s tingling spines

Attaching hands to floor

The rosy-tinted flash

The hot dog’s getting cold

And you’ll never be as good as the Rolling Stones

Watch the birds in the airport gathering dirt

Crowd the clean magazine chick lifting up her skirt

Lines when I close my eyes and just (Why close one eye and try to)

Aim blindly at the sun (Pledge allegiance to the sun)

And hear love when the ghosts start singing

(When plastic ghosts start terrorizing everyone)

Terrorizing everyone

And (geometric troops aligning)

(Carried up to the burial mounds) with gold

It’s a heavy time but your (My earthbound heart is heavy)

Your rhythm makes it light (Your heartbeat keeps things light)

And explode like a violent star keeps (With the violence forever)

(Threatening the night)

And (even if this hall collapses)

I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust

That our heads won’t bust

66 55 red battleships

40 earthlike planets

3 holes 2 tits

1 fork in its side

Zero tears in their eyes

Sue the spiders, sink the Welsh

Stab your Facebook, sell, sell, sell

Undercooked, overdone

Mass adulation not so funny

Poisoned honey, pseudo-science

Silly money, you’re my honey!