Can`t rely on reality
Things ain`t what they appear to be
When you visit please don`t forget
The fragile mess of this nervous wreck
Who of you feels he`s been here before?
Now I`ve been here twelve times or more
Life`s becoming a bit of a bore
If the ceiling speaks please don`t complain
He might just make me go back, round again
Who of you feels he`s been here before?
Round and round and round again
The first million years
They were the worst
The second million years
They were the worst as well
Please don`t ask `cuz I can`t explain
Why I keep coming back again
Maybe it`s `cuz when I roll the dice
I never get to throw "afterlife"
Who of you feels he`s been here before?
Round and round and round