I got lost in translation
Mixed neuron signals from my head
Dancing in slow contemplation
Of the next spot my foot should land
I don't know what I'm spitting out
I'm spinning out
I don't know what I'm spitting out
I'm spinning out
Dead end cuts scar up the floorboards
You're waging wars in your bedroom
I'd join the fight, but it doesn't look like
It doesn't look like you have got room
I am paranoid
He doesn't look like me
Fish bowl, curved glass, distorted
He doesn't look like me
I don't know what I'm spitting out
I'm spinning out
I don't know what I'm spitting out
I'm spinning out