I Dream of you in Colours that don't Exist
Ladies and Gentlemen; welcome to the future
Where it's criminal to rearrange suburban hymns despite your subliminals
So salvage the secrets of my mind
When I can't get to sleep by counting sheep
I dream of you in colours that don't exist
The X-Gen are all keen for signing up for the corps
Wow-wee, they all have unassuming assumptions that they'll wallow in filth
Need time to acclimatise to then feed real lies to the weak-ass generation
And in case you didn't know
Not one of us ever said that you gotta wear black for rock and roll
But you all wagon trends in a bid to make friends with them
So why buy an iPhone 85, when you've got a full HD pair of eyes?
True colours show when you exist in my dream at night
I start facing facts they say'll change my life
When it seems to me that they only change my mind
So now and then, I realise
I need to relax when I'm shown a full blown cripple on the side of a cigarette pack
It seems that day in and day out, we elect a new clown to sort out the circus
I got a hatred for commercial pop
If it's not MGMT, then I don't wanna listen
Where it's criminal to rearrange suburban hymns despite your subliminals
So salvage the secrets of my mind
When I can't get to sleep by counting sheep
I dream of you in colours that don't exist
The X-Gen are all keen for signing up for the corps
Wow-wee, they all have unassuming assumptions that they'll wallow in filth
Need time to acclimatise to then feed real lies to the weak-ass generation
And in case you didn't know
Not one of us ever said that you gotta wear black for rock and roll
But you all wagon trends in a bid to make friends with them
So why buy an iPhone 85, when you've got a full HD pair of eyes?
True colours show when you exist in my dream at night
I start facing facts they say'll change my life
When it seems to me that they only change my mind
So now and then, I realise
I need to relax when I'm shown a full blown cripple on the side of a cigarette pack
It seems that day in and day out, we elect a new clown to sort out the circus
I got a hatred for commercial pop
If it's not MGMT, then I don't wanna listen
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Mccombie
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