When in motion World is frozen Talks in circles and Greek He’s into epiphany He’s into philosophy He’s into methylamphetamines He’s into science But he’s lost his way
Oh, he’s not the real me But I can hear, I can hear, I can hear, I can hear him From my future
Show, show, show show me You gotta show me the way
Past and present Are superimposed He has seen this before He’s into conspiracy He’s into theophany He’s into phenomenology He’s into deeds He don’t mix his words
Oh, he’s not the real me But I can hear, I can hear, I can hear, I can hear him From my future
Show, show, show show me You gotta show me the way