Three Thousand - These New Puritans

Slice through ice

Mindfield mics

Tone-wheel cyclones

Your thoughts mine

Wear fun death-suit

Tropical design

Blade grammar to the death

Everybody run

Some hearts bleed

So do these

Some sounds can put tides in seas

We’ll think till our minds align,

That’s when we’re slicing through time

Three thousand thoughts in our minds,

That’s when we’re slicing through time.

Three thousand thoughts in our minds,

That’s when we’re slicing through time.

We’ll think till our minds align,

That’s when we’re slicing through time

There are worlds up above

There are worlds inside

Some hearts bleed

So do these

Some sounds can put tides in seas

(Everybody run)

We’ll think till our minds align,

That’s when we’re slicing through time

Three thousand thoughts in our minds,

That’s when we’re slicing through time.