I've been told too late, now
Crawling through the race, wow
Shaking off timelines when
Theories smell bad
Circling in squares, down
Underground beneath sound
Hovering to share faces
Boiled in cracks, all around
Spiritual healings, fraud
Eleven ways to heaven, well
No one to convince me
Our world is made to spree
Still going on/off
Delivery inside cubes
Incarnations lay down
Saturdays been cancelled
All around