She pulled me over with her tendrils Planting seeds of psychic Urges in my brain Just want forgiveness from the future Bend the ears our way Explain this mess away If we find the words to say We've got nothing to say Blood bubbles foaming out our face Bet on by gamblers in disgrace Who's in control is still a mystery And should you fall behind the chase Don't worry, you will be replaced Bells ringing for the end of history The stones that pave the way to nowhere Build houses in the fields Of sulphur butterflies With tentacles around our faces Big fish eat the small ones And fall into the dark Eaten by loansharks