Petrified 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 sound-waves    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