most of this is right i just can t figure out a few words in the first verse so when you turn your head from these lasers you find that my gets mixed up my equation seems like years away from this place and this cold faith bitter taste squeezed and then lost release me from this cup and silence the wind that forgives hearing the names calling horsemen charging there is no safety in numbers there s no safety in numbers can i steer this ship or does she conceive me the lighthouse sheds it s light and blinds me the tree stands tall stands proud defeats me logic these numbers can t heal me there s no safety in numbers there is no safety in numbers when you agree that you are casualty to equation slave to schematics a division of greater parts equal to the derivative of itself and then multiply
['psychedelic trance', 'psychill']