Get God’s Attention By Being an Atheist ​of Montreal

[Verse 1]
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 Éden, Éden, Éden
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

[Chorus]
We don't wanna be safe, we want experience
We want it louder
It's crushing our ears, we don't give a fuck
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

[Verse 2]
It's good to look in your eyes
Knowing your eyes aren't the bottom 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