Of lights who've faded out before here comes the same   When I'm coded from to much of what I can't describe   Kepat at bay in some regard despite what she wrote   I've been frozen in a site display where nothing amounts   To anything      Took a journey back to sometime just to find out   If I could locate another improbable passage way   Penetrate ? rock and the rock echos back   My thoughts are a gas   I'm not going to crash    Into anyone      And often asked   What do you know   Just what was handed down to me   Slip graciously in to the happy homes   Groping ? frequently opposed   ???   Built this champion   Out of their own wasted flesh   Is this supposed to do that   Through it all I'll pass   Cause my thoughts are a gass   My thoughts are a gas   My thoughts are a gas