Wandering eyes, mouth under a spell
Will you please stop killing me
Keep revolving don't know why
Wanna be original
Flee from yourself, let's make tracks leap of faith downhill ride
I am happy with it all, walking away from what is real
All in all we've fallen into calculation
Hand to hand, bone to bone
Norms soaking us to the core
You try so hard to avoid the scheme
You messed up amorphous being
Can't just grow up and fall apart
Come around
Go around
Revolve
You piece of junk
The one-armed clown
Pretty little thing
Poor little thing
Jester god
All in all we've fallen into calculation
Compute every step
Time is no longer fine
Let's un-control down the hill
Drive-by all the wannabes
Leave behind all bad news
Turn the switch and burn the fuse
Walking away from what is real