I’m gunna get up, I’m gunna get up
I’m gunna go and think about the weight that might crumble
Everything I know, I’m a trilobite trying to
Stay in the right world, stay in the right world
Clinging to my illogical, irrational fear of darkness everywhere

Carnivals rolled up now get your coffee pots on high
Children of the festival are waiting for your song
Antivax the tesseracts then consultate your smile
Architect the cause of my division in a conscious country mile

Then..
I ascend off again carrying Bill's Mandolin