I know what's coming, I'm not working
I know what's coming, I'm not working
I know what's coming, I'm not working
Sweating out intelligence
I know what's coming, I'm not working
And singing with the sound waves
I know what's coming, I'm not working
Clinging to the microwaves
I know what's coming, I'm not working
Just this fucking space
I am my own experience
No parachutes, no dismal clouds
Delirium on helium
Like I don't know what it is