When it's no use anymore
Holding my breath
And echo and reverberation chambers
I exhausted every possibility
And real life isn't bad
If you're not going for more
And to correct your world
I see a ferocious loneliness
To comfort and redemption
Fed up with having such a good time
In the chimpanzee's tribal ritual
Even the barcode
Even the barcode
And they can't take anything from me
Time will be a river in which to fish
Monsters to kill for a brilliant idea