When in motion 
World is frozen 
Talks in circles and 
Greek He’s into epiphany 
He’s into philosophy 
He’s into methyl amphetamines 
He’s into science 
But he’s lost his way 
He’s not the real me, but 
I can hear 
I can hear, 
I can hear him 
From my future 
Show, show, show show me 
You gotta show me the way 
Past and present 
Are superimposed 
He has seen this before 
He’s into conspiracy 
He’s into theophany 
He’s into phenomenology 
He’s into deeds 
He don’t mix his words 
He’s not the real me, but 
I can hear 
I can hear, 
I can hear him 
From my future 
Show, show, show show me 
You gotta show me the way