Petrified for the millionth time
Slowly my soul evaporates
No parachutes, no dismal clouds
Just this f**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