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