Kicked up in a row, walked out daydreams. Totally mixed up, end of means. Draw my name up in thin air, didn't bother face it. I was determined passing through.

She serves input by burning ice. The words are flowing out of the gutter. Gotta get up, gotta get down. Gotta get going inside out and again. She clears the mess I was pulled into.

Crawling through the mainstream. It hits me hard, the weight on the shoulder. Drowning in the mainstream.

It gets me nowhere, then again. It's taking over, don't make sense. Gotta fill in, gotta fill out. Gotta get filling up the holes in the sun. Your mind is made up, cuts me like a knife. She's telling me it's great to be alive

Crawling through the mainstream. It hits me hard, the weight on the shoulder. Drowning in the mainstream.

Catch the fire, dig the water, seventeen is desired. Ain't no space to grow it up and down, entangle the wire.

Every other morning I go tuning in the voice inside. Telling me without speaking. Every dawning gotta be in touch and when I don't the pain in head is still leaking. Gotta get, gotta go, gotta get going with the moves slowed down. When it's all done after break of day after break of day. Life seems so simple, the jammer stopped squeaking.

Crawling mainstream it's so hard. Drown in mainstream, it's so hard. Crawling mainstream it;s so hard. Drown in mainstream, it's so hard.

Catching the fire, digging the water. Another seventeen is desired. Moving the earth, go cutting the air. Yeah it's so fucking great to be alive.

Drowning in the mainstream.

You left me right, then again. I'm taking over, understand.