Petrified for the millionth time
Slowly my soul evaporates
No parachutes no dismal clouds
Just this fucking space
I know what's coming I'm not working
I know what's coming I'm not working
Sweating out intelligence
Like I don't know what it is
Clinging to the microwaves
And singing with the sound-waves
I know what's coming I'm not working
I know what's coming I'm not working
Delerium on helium
I am my own experience
I know what's coming I'm not working
I know what's coming I'm not working
I'm not working I'm not working I'm not working