My grip on reality is loosening
My hold on this earth is slipping
Fish flying and birds swimming
No note rhyme or reason
There are elephants the size of ants
And bees like 747's dropping bombs
What's real and what's imagined?
Am I in one dimension or another?
Gravity doesn't exist and smiles are insults
Shaking hands is an act of war
Going on one million times over
War happening in the palm of my hand
Which way is earth? I live underground
My guitar weeps tears of blood
Coming out of every string and fret
Shadows come out of my fingertips
Nothing is safe, objects have mace
Ready and armed for an attack
On the human race
Human race