Don't let the thoughts at the back of your mind
Slide too far down your spine
They'll come back and eat your heart alive
Eat your, eat your heart alive

There's lightning in the sky and the tower's on fire
You're running out of air, out of air supply
Connections in your head like a holy hot wire
Sparks with wings, with wings that fly

Negative one and its impossible square
Root has a solution even if it's not there
Something out of nothing our of thickening air
Psycho-scolio kalamar