Bill's Mandolin

I'm gonna get up, I'm gonna get up I'm gonna go and think about the weight that might crumble Everything I know, I'm a trilobite trying to Stay in the right world, stay in the right world Clinging to my illogical, irrational fear of darkness everywhere Carnivals rolled up now get your coffee pots on high Children of the festival are waiting for your song Antivax the tesseracts then consultate your smile Architect the cause of my division in a conscious country mile Then. I ascend off again carrying Bill's Mandolin