All my motion Don't ring quite kosher But I keep moving 'Spite their petty bone creed Fear my thinking I've 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 it's 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 You're drowning with a mouthful Not a soul around All they're 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 wasn't 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