Church of the Louder Light - Shriekback

The phantoms reign where no gods are

Their indiscreet abominations are spectacular

If there’s a lousier scene, I haven’t seen it yet

(we been ridden hard and put away wet —

Been ridden hard and put away wet)

There comes a day you see what we are:

Closer in nature to the tapeworm than the jaguar

And we’re the feast of germs — lest we forget

(Hey — are we having fun yet? Are we having fun yet?)

Bring us the Louder Light.

Bring us the shining noise

Bring the kind of mess the ghost of Elvis enjoys

Join the Windowlickers in the holy night

We make our own kind of entertainment in the Church of the Louder Light

Let the Imponderables foam as they may

We haven’t reached the point of peak psychosis anyway

Interrogate yourself before the moment’s gone —

‘is this the hill that you wanna die on?

Is this the hill that you wanna die on?

Bring us the Louder Light.

Echo the blinding sound

Let’s all go into the cyclotron and wander around

Check out the monster in his silver tights!

It’s a new kind of Wrestlemania in the Church of the Louder Light

We’re Synaesthesiacs for the New Age

Purifying the ether from the Pyramid Stage

A consummation by a thousand drums

All aboard for the life to come.

All aboard for the life to come

Bring us the Louder Light.

White Noise Perpetual

Bring us the party we can hear through the wall

Slake your lumosonic appetite

You can see through the veil of silence in the Church of the Louder Light