*written on scratch paper hours before recording for reassessment. Still do not match recording.
Everyday in outer-space, molecules disintegrate
They form into a crystalline, a beam of light, a galaxy.
They reappear in their dreams, and realign into memories.
But are your dreams what they seem? Are your thoughts meant to be?
Kill Yr Brain, Inside Yr Head, it's all the same, it's all the same.
Time to study x3 It's 6 o' clock.
Kiss with yr fist, a burned thru tryst
Can you stay awake while you smash the state?
Time to study x3 it's 6 o' clock.