Текст песни Tiny Worlds Collide - Fyrce Muons

I'm tired not sane
In time must save
At last I find
You say it's in my mind

Safe time
It's the safe time

Crawl the night fall skins
Freeze in infinity
Those large and isolated spurs
Those tiny insect tracks
Disease like in petri tunnel
The fold of the human race
You see with the light of trace
The skipping through the black donut
And a bucket underground
And round and round and round and round
To diagnose gods and gods and gods
Indeed you seek
Now find it
Calculate the soul of the universal goal
Don't you ever ever ever ever deed with a microchip bleed
God will ride in a motorcade

I want to make it my hair
I want to bend the air
I want to face the fear to fight the tear
And then you snare
And then you do
And then you fight
And then you cry
And then you scream
And then you need another one another one another one
The tiny ones
The art of shiny timbre
Begin the word
Begin the bang
The son of a bitch and the harem stands with a contoured witch

Me the mad go light away
See the mighty awful day
Another plan would see this rain
Another man has gone insane