Sometimes,
feel at the edge of reason
I get strung out
feel like I`m going nowhere
and then you wind me up
just like you did before
gotta thrill, gotta chill, gotta spill
so I can rise again
just like everybody else
Sometimes,
question mark? full-stop.
this process is powerless
there`s no way to the top
get fucked up just to fill me up
or so I tell myself
and this makes me wonder
process to order
Every now and then
right place, right time
get going with the flow of things
and I`m feeling fine
(it`s alright)
getting back to basics
(ah ha)
back to the common mind
(it`s alright)
got a chance to rise above
got a chance to be myself!
(ah ha)
just like everybody else