Cut the spokes,
Flee that army in your head.
Feel, radiate!
Know that time will build us all and you'll escape to sea.
Cut the ropes,
Chains are armies for your head.
Stay long before
These pictures come unstuck for sure and you'll escape to sea.
Cut the cord,
Feed that army in your head.
If you believed you were an island then we'd build a boat and we'd escape to sea.