whats wrong with me now
i can't flow
i can't think

something deep's puzzling me
i can't even begin to start to start to think about it

something deep is pulling me
i can't even start to begin

there's a mystery knocking at my door
enter/exit pulling and rotating spinning wheels are spinning round to call me friend.

never consecrated
battery operated
manually transcreated
officially emancipated

i've got you and you've got me
while we're working we're asleep in time
you've got time and i've got paper
writing paper
sinking paper

and we're turning into wheels
spinning wheels
spinning wheels

pop a tire
flat a rubber
air and pressure recreated into space with decorated landscapes

created for the scenery
brought here for a mystery
wrap your mind around my coil
wrap your eyes around the moon's foil

easy now
easy now

-
which way
do i go?

which door
open, close?

i apologize to my mind
for i know not
of what i've got