Trapped in a box
Of percolating thoughts
And I wish I could go out
Too see the world collapse
With a drink on my left hand
The promise of a moving helix
As if we are living
As we are leaving
As I'm leaving
Moving Helix
But I'm trapped in a box
Of percolating thoughts
And I thought I could go on
To see the world collapse
And I thought I could go
Out and beeping
Out and breathing
Out and freaking out