Melting faces and double figures A little blue man tells me "you're just raving" But I feel it's all so unstable And my mind is blowing on petroleum bubbles Hypnotic lips and dancing concepts Keep following the arrows all over around me Straight going nowhere Where everything collapses away to the corners You've got gasoline in your throat You've got gasoline in your throat You've got gasoline in your throat You've got gasoline in your throat Flying slowly up in this room I look at the floor on another dimension Trying to sit down and put it out slipping so high and burying me over the skies