Out in the streets and
You're acting so soulless
It's written in the sky
It's having control of us
Where does this street end?
We're all out of focus
Don't mean to seem a paragon
But I think that it found us
Into the freefall
I'm slipping unconscious
Through veins and arteries
Around substance
Turned to tree bark
And cherry psychosis
It's written in the sky
It's my own nonsense
