Head over heels in a sideway spiral
on borrowed wings and with senses so idle
high on the hopes �fore the chemical wedding
the promised state in the perfect setting
praying to the beat-craving to be real
i'm right (x3),i'm wrong
So he said �cause so he'd read
and your delusions are mine instead
convincing smiles will feed the mind
a curse put on those left behind
your wizzard's out on bail-the perfect trip's on sale
i'm right (x3),i'm wrong
Spinning �round
sideways down
spinning �round....
When concentration comes at last
make shure to blame the highest caste
from way out in the skies
that made you realise.....