Low sun, high seas, it's a joker in a dream.
Big gun, big freeze, now we choke behind a smokescreen.
Levitate, be the breaker of the stalemate.
Emigrate and be the one who breaks the world.
The sun is rising and it's burning brighter.
And it's almost over although it's just begun.
It's getting colder as we move on higher.
And I'm moving on onto the next one.
High pitched, high five. Try escape out of this bee hive.
My twitch, archived, how I shape it for the power-drive.
Meditate, be at peace with your heartache.
Second rate, a second chance to be there when the winter falls.
I'm compressing as I'm getting higher.
And I'm burning out on the alcohol.
Feeling colder here in the fire.
Than I did with you in the withdrawal.
You're suppressing, you're a high-flyer.
And you're flying over the cell wall.
And when you return it will have expired.
So I'm moving on onto the next one.