I smiled `cause I know I tried firing up the circuits
Can`t see myself jumping double-dutch
`Cause I know I`d smell the plastic burning
Last night was a pessimistic skydive
In a foolish narcotic shell
Beat the boredom that frames the lightning
Beat the path of the rituals
Gonna become... unsound
Bottom lip quivers, rage is so apparent
Don`t know whether to kill or cry
Don`t know whether to rebuild or to burn it
You don`t know how just to say goodbye
I`ll tell you what, what`s to tell
It`s the world not a call I can screen out
Keep it down see if it digests
Your batteries are shot - so are the instruments
Gonna become... unsound
Gonna become... You better run don`t want to become yourself
Flies in and out of focus
Next best thing to a rage
I don`t like the way that it coaxes me to explain
If you don`t realize it`s crazy
If you can`t understand the source
Don`t reach too fast for the answers
`Cause it gets worse
Turn your face to the day that`s striking
Bend the barrel when the chamber`s full
I`d give you more but you know that there`s nothing
Hardly get any sleep at all
I`ll tell you what, what`s to tell
It`s the world not a call I can screen out
Don`t kill your partner `fore the dancing`s started
Kill the path of the ritual