| We tread inside wrecks of the grind | |
| Leaving our perfections behind | |
| While our soul corrodes and unwinds | |
| Trying not to lose the thread of life | |
| Wheels of bullshit turn just | |
| Like the karmic wheel of samsara | |
| Don't hold on to visions and to patterns | |
| It's all in your mind | |
| The big picture will never care | |
| Let it go and release | |
| Relinquish all control to receive | |
| Butterflies will move their wings | |
| Wheels of bullshit turn just | |
| Like the karmic wheel of samsara | |
| Don't hold on to visions and to patterns | |
| It's all in your mind | |
| Wheels of bullshit turn just | |
| Like the karmic wheel of samsara | |
| Let it write its own course | |
| Just a passage in an empty book | |
| To hell with your soul | |
| To hell with your disappointments | |
| To hell with your earth | |
| To hell with your education | |
| To hell with your greed | |
| To hell with your reputation | |
| To hell with your love | |
| It won't matter it can't save you | |
| Wheels of bullshit turn just | |
| Like the karmic wheel of samsara | |
| Don't hold on to visions and to patterns | |
| It's all in your mind | |
| Wheels of bullshit turn just | |
| Like the karmic wheel of samsara | |
| Let it write its own course | |
| Just a passage in an empty book |