On and on it goes   Stealing all familiar   Answers to the questions,   Defeating our intentions.   Erasing all the lines   On the timelines of our   Future destinations   And rigid occupations.   Every sixty seconds wasted   Still brings us a minute further.   Farther from the egg   The ego   Id   The question is   How foreign?   Making love I   Feel as though   I'd like to fuck   My way into the womb   And spend the afternoon.   Stranger as you go   Seems the more you learn   The less and less   And less and less you know.   Every sixty seconds wasted   Still brings us a minute further.   Farther from the egg   The ego   Id   The question is   How foreign?   On and on it goes.   Seems the more you learn   The less and less   And less and less you know.