(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore) Petryfied for the millionth time Slowly my soul evaporates No parachutes no dismal clouds Just this fucking space I know what's coming I'm not working I know what's coming I'm not working Sweating out intelligence Like I don't know what it is Clinging to the microwaves And singing with the soundwaves I know what's coming I'm not working I know what's coming I'm not working Delerium on helium I am my own experience I know what's coming I'm not working I know what's coming I'm not working I'm not working I'm not working I'm not working
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