I smiled 'cause I know I tried firing up the circuitsCan't see myself jumping double-dutch'Cause I know I'd smell the plastic burningLast night was a pessimistic skydiveIn a foolish narcotic shellBeat the boredom that frames the lightningBeat the path of the ritualsGonna become... unsoundBottom lip quivers, rage is so apparentDon't know whether to kill or cryDon't know whether to rebuild or to burn itYou don't know how just to say goodbyeI'll tell you what, what's to tellIt's the world not a call I can screen outKeep it down see if it digestsYour batteries are shot - so are the instrumentsGonna become... unsoundGonna become... You better run don't want to become yourselfFlies in and out of focusNext best thing to a rageI don't like the way that it coaxes me to explainIf you don't realize it's crazyIf you can't understand the sourceDon't reach too fast for the answers'Cause it gets worseTurn your face to the day that's strikingBend the barrel when the chamber's fullI'd give you more but you know that there's nothingHardly get any sleep at allI'll tell you what, what's to tellIt's the world not a call I can screen outDon't kill your partner 'fore the dancing's startedKill the path of the ritual