Ultrasonic, spectrasonic, supersonic, microquazarnSubatomic redesigns that reconfigure your perceptionnThey're so bright, these lightsnThey're so bright, these lightsnnI'm not a fucking planet I'm a fucking king cobrannThe electro-magnetic spectrum, yeahnFills your heart with hopenBut they can't make up their mindsnAnd they don't see that you can't copenThey've measured you against some interstellar mediumnIf only they'd decidenYou could move on with your lifenAnd the redesign could take shapenYou'd be the biggest motherfucker there is, the biggestnAnd we can hold hands, we can hold handsnAnd redesign the whole fucking cosmos