Been places I have never been
my heart, I threw at a passing cloud
my hands reached out,
my heart, I threw at a passing cloud
my hands reached out,
tick tock... tick tock brain cells go
and a soul like a steam puffing machine
and a soul like a steam puffing machine
Demons whisper in my ears
Angels touch my forehead
I see faces I have never seen
black boxes make up a trap
and in red boxes u breathe
I see faces I have never seen
black boxes make up a trap
and in red boxes u breathe
the voices play again and again
the stories all sound different
they all sound the same
the stories all sound different
they all sound the same
Che' sits in one corner
and an apple sits in hand
the paradox is hysterical
the revolution is bland
tick tock... tick tock my brain cells go
and a soul like a steam puffing machine
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