Am I feeling high? Am I feeling low? Am I feeling something like a quid pro quo? Am I feeling lost? Am I feeling found? Even when I'm flying I still can't leave the ground Come join me in the fight to see more than black and white Smashing everything down until it falls our way Could this be all hallucinations? Get right up front or get left behind See through the blackness that blankets all nations It might be blinding but it's quite a sensation Come join me in the fight to see more than black and white Smashing everything down until it falls our way Am I feeling high? Am I feeling low? Am I feeling something like a quid pro quo? Am I feeling lost? Am I feeling found? Even when I'm flying I still can't leave the ground We can join in the fight. It's only a waste of our time We'll smash everything down until it falls our way