Happened, what just, I can see the words spin inside the click track time of a laundro-mind Try to draw a clean conclusion Of illusion and the world the awaits for you outside
Names roll up Roll up the front, as the exit sign gets the sheep in line to a backdoor light What awaits you doesn’t matter, When it comes, when it comes, you go
But I don’t see you walking, You stand there balking, over and over again, Now the screen is blue, but no one told you, that this is the end