I smiled cause I know I tried firing up the circuits
Cant see myself jumping double Dutch
Cause I know Id smell the plastic burning
Last night was a pessimistic skydive
In foolish narcotic shell
Beat the boredom that frames the lightning
Beat the path of the ritual

Gonna become gonna become gonna become gonna become unsound

Bottom lip quivers rage is so apparent
Dont know whether to kill or cry
Dont know whether to rebuild or to burn it
You dont know how just to say goodbye
Ill tell you what, whats to tell
Its the world not a call I can screen out
Keep it down se if it digests
Your batteries are shot
So are the instruments

Gonna become gonna become gonna become gonna become unsound
You better run, dont want to become yourself

Flies in and out of focus
Next best thing to a rage
I dont like the way that it coaxes me to explain
If you dont realize its crazy
If you cant understand the source
Dont reach too fast for the answers cause it gets worse

Turn your face to the day thats striking
Bend the barrel when the chambers full
Id give you more but you know that theres nothing
Hardly get any sleep at all
Ill tell you what, whats to tell
Its the world not a call I can screen out
Dont kill your partner before the dancings started
Kill the path of the ritual