Petryfied 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
    Sweating out intelligence
  Like I don't know what it is
  Clinging to the microwaves
  And singing with the soundwaves
    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
    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