• I've done myself an impossible crime
    Time to paint myself a hole and fall inside
    Won't you do me the favour?
    Of giving life?
    It's time to pack up and leave this place
    One final time
    This is what you get for pulling pins
    Another hole inisde the hole you're in
    It's like I'm perched on the handlebars
    Of a blind man's bike
    No bars to grab just the rushing wind
    On the rolling mind