Song Lyrics

Contextualizing the metal bibliotheque, as if to say, "I am the redeemer"
Where "alpaca" is the most practical safe word to end an El General song
You translated Eden, Eden, Eden, tears falling on your French to English dictionary
While I read Gary Indiana's Horse Crazy next to your sex toy shaped like a pink banana

We don't wanna be safe, we want experience, we want it louder
It's crushing our ears, we don't give a f*ck, we want it louder
Loud enough to destroy the talismans of our depressions
We don't wanna be safe, we want experience, we want it louder

It's good to look in your eyes knowing your eyes aren't the boredom of the soul
Because they high kick me like Sly Stone on the cover of Fresh (Fresh)
We're all winners and everything's cool, we're gonna be okay 'cause we're special
Anyway, I thrive on racing thoughts that would drive other breeders totally mental

We don't wanna be safe, we want experience, we want it louder
It's crushing our ears, we don't give a f*ck, we want it louder
Loud enough to destroy the talismans of our depressions
We don't wanna be safe, we want experience, we want it louder

I'm only trying to get God's attention by being an atheist
If we could transcend linear time think of what it would do to our inhibitions

We don't wanna be safe, we want experience, we want it louder
It's crushing our ears, we don't give a f*ck, we want it louder

Kevin Barnes