The Ecstatic Static - STEREOLAB

The pimp’s going round extinguishing the flame

Digging the tranches in which to bury hearts

The dim and cold climate of awareness

Where the reptiles thrive and people are made to walk the streets

This heat, the purpose in my heart generates infinite energy

Oh this heat, the purpose in my heart generates infinite energy

There’s nothing to worry, share the immensity

He went round switching the people’s hearts off

Promising to deal with reality

We bought it, because anything seemed

More bearable than immensity