text: All my motion
  Dont ring quite kosher
  But I keep moving
  Spite their petty bone creed
  Fear my thinking
  Ive got ten phones ringing
  And I keep on singing
  In a different key
  We will fail the alien
  A million trials have just begun
  Do I think that we can make it
  Well its really hard to say
  With the future bleaching out in front of me
  Swimming in chlorine
  The thoughts that make you doubtful
  Slowly fade away
  Surround to bring you down
  Swimming in chlorine
  Youre drowning with a mouthful
  Not a soul around
  All theyre offering
  Is bruised and suffering
  And I want nothing to do
  With a double sided face
  So you thought you held the reins
  For something
  High horse that you rode
  It wasnt ready
  For the weight you put upon your shoulders
  To all of you
  Who might be amused
  With your ominous state
  Dragging me straight down
  Not a soul around