Lyrics Cartwheel - Pentagram

When you float away into oblivion
I'll go back, and I'll play inside my dreams
Maybe what I play out next will be like you
I hope I find my feet, yeah

I work my mind until I feel like dyin'
My senses have been swallowed away in bags
You weren't the first that came out dressed like funny tricks
Don't make my child look like a dick

My mind is movin' slow
I got no place to go
I'm glad that people know
Know about my kind