| My brain is slow | |
| To catch up with all the joy | |
| It's everywhere | |
| Clouded by only filth | |
| I've left a trail of bodies | |
| In my wake | |
| Up to ?? ?? | |
| Through all these years | |
| About the wrong way | |
| To get around | |
| I don't remember when | |
| I left the ground | |
| There is a lot of homework | |
| Let's settle down | |
| From the passing storm | |
| There are we | |
| Two dreams have reached | |
| Every nerve ending all | |
| Possibilities | |
| For a spectacular | |
| Floral choral moralistic light |