the street lights are signs for the pedestrians: the clock is ticking and you're sung clock-wise life is short you can't buy time hurry along in constant flux like resonance transition is the natural move the stable state's dynamic I broke a machine that predicts everything everything's perfect go long, go long, go long secret particles between you and me they're just like us when we reach out to touch in pitch dark we are also blind but guided by the underground in constant flux like resonance every time we're looking back a stream of thoughts dies I broke a machine that predicts everything everything's perfect come close, come close, come closer immerse in the joys of being anything at all