Strings slowly change into colors orbiting satellites. She stands at the mirror and catches my stare as I question if she's even there. She wonders what it is I'm looking for, and if there's a back door, I'm not sure. How could I ever be?

We keep on draggin' the world around the sun. Maybe one day we won't even need one. Yeah, who knows? They say in a few years we might live forever with microchips swimming around in our bloodstream. Who knows, if we keep on draggin' the world?

This truly frustrates me. Beautiful, delusional arrangements of paintings, music, and gasoline. I could fly to safety, but I just need evidence that I still have wings, and they're not attached with a string.

She said she's never been quite this high before. And I pay my penance over and over.

I've got this question, I wonder if you've got the answer. I didn't think so. This truly frustrates me. Beautiful delusional arrangement of paintings, music, and gasoline.

This truly frustrates me. Beautiful delusional arrangement of paintings, music, and gasoline. I could fly to safety, but I just need evidence that I still have wings, and they're not attached with a string.