Petrified for the millionth time
Slowly my soul evaporates
No parachutes, no dismal clouds
Just this fucking space
I know what′s coming
I'm not working
I know what′s coming
I'm not working
Sweating out intelligence
Like I don't know what it is
Clinging to the microwaves
And singing with the soundwaves
I know what′s coming
I′m not working
I know what's coming
I′m not working
Delerium on helium
I am my own experience
I know what's coming
I′m not working
I know what's coming
I′m not working
I'm not working
I'm not working
I′m not working
Writer(s): Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore, James Dean Bradfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
