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