A Little Bit of Kaos
Why be ashamed of letting go?
Because I've never been this out of control
Control?
Control is just a cage this stupid culture uses to block who we really are
We need to be out of control, we crave it
But there's gotta be some kind of control, or things will be chaos
Sounds good
I, I do like a little chaos
Of course you do
Everybody does, they just can't admit it
I don't wanna be blackened out
But I have a little theory about blacking out
Maybe you rose to a higher state of consciousness
What about the saints of India?
What about the mystics of every religion?
They would black out
Run and dance through the streets
Levitate, act like monkeys, run around naked
Everybody thought they were crazy
All that fake civilization bullshit just fell away so they could dissolve into the infinite
So they could lose themselves and unite with their God
A few bumps and bruises, it's a small price to pay for bliss
Why be ashamed of letting go?
Because I've never been this out of control
Control?
Control is just a cage this stupid culture uses to block who we really are
We need to be out of control, we crave it
But there's gotta be some kind of control or things will be chaos
Sounds good
I, I do like a little chaos
Of course you do
Everybody does, they just can't admit it
A few bumps and bruises, it's a small price to pay for bliss
Because I've never been this out of control
Control?
Control is just a cage this stupid culture uses to block who we really are
We need to be out of control, we crave it
But there's gotta be some kind of control, or things will be chaos
Sounds good
I, I do like a little chaos
Of course you do
Everybody does, they just can't admit it
I don't wanna be blackened out
But I have a little theory about blacking out
Maybe you rose to a higher state of consciousness
What about the saints of India?
What about the mystics of every religion?
They would black out
Run and dance through the streets
Levitate, act like monkeys, run around naked
Everybody thought they were crazy
All that fake civilization bullshit just fell away so they could dissolve into the infinite
So they could lose themselves and unite with their God
A few bumps and bruises, it's a small price to pay for bliss
Why be ashamed of letting go?
Because I've never been this out of control
Control?
Control is just a cage this stupid culture uses to block who we really are
We need to be out of control, we crave it
But there's gotta be some kind of control or things will be chaos
Sounds good
I, I do like a little chaos
Of course you do
Everybody does, they just can't admit it
A few bumps and bruises, it's a small price to pay for bliss
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Writer(s): David Lee
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