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

I'm 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

Delerium on helium
I am my own experience

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

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