Petrified for the millionth time
Slowly my soul evaporates
No parachutes no dismal clouds
Just this fucking spaceI know what's coming
I'm not working
I know what's coming
I'm not workingSweating out intelligence
Like I don't know what it is
Clinging to the microwaves
And singing with the soundwavesI know what's coming
I'm not working
I know what's coming
I'm not workingDelerium on helium
I am my own experienceI know what's coming
I'm not working
I know what's coming
I'm not working...