Texty: Flaming Lips (The). In A Priest Driven Ambulance. Unconsciously Screamin'.

Seeing the unseeable,
Filling down the void
We're not what we used to be
We're not really boys

Screaming till our lungs are full
Kicking down the teeth
We're not what we used to be
We're just paranoid

Unconsciously screaming
And whispering at everything she brings