All my motion
Don't ring quite kosher
But I keep moving
'Spite their petty bone creed
Fear my thinking
I've got ten phones ringing
And I keep on singing
In a different key
We will fail the alien
A million trials have just begun
Do I think that we can make it
Well it's really hard to say
With the future bleaching out in front of me
Swimming in chlorine
The thoughts that make you doubtful
Slowly fade away
Surround to bring you down
Swimming in chlorine
You're drowning with a mouthful
Not a soul around
All they're offering
Is bruised and suffering
And I want nothing to do
With a double sided face
So you thought you held the reins
For something
High horse that you rode
It wasn't ready
For the weight you put upon your shoulders
To all of you
Who might be amused
With your ominous state
Dragging me straight down
Not a soul around