I blagged my way to my apex
Where I shot God in the head
With a snakeskin pistol replica
I thought I'd scare him shitless instead
Now I'm through with my plastic anguish
You can reach me on the ultraphone
I'll be answering in every language
Drinking custard from the stone
I feel you moving
In the chainsaws of my soul
I will tear the clouds to pieces
I will chew the stars to spit them out
And I'll stretch the sky till it's hanging
Then I'll pull it down to destroy any doubt
It's gotta be luxurious
It's gonna be luxurious
It's gotta be luxurious
Its gonna be luxurious
I feel you moving
In the chainsaws of my soul