I'm a pawn on your board,
A piece in your game,
But with eclectic pulses,
It's never quite the same.

If you've ever tried a melon,
You'll taste the sour souls,
All around the auburn flames,
And filled with solid holes.

The angels speak of falling,
Of going down the drain,
And all around the crystal light,
You'll always go insane.

Coherence is all relative,
All time has gone away,
Shapes will twist the life out of you,
And your mind has gone astray.