Petrified for the millionth time
Slowly my soul evaporates
No parachutes, no dismal clouds

Just this $#&@ing 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


Delirium 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