I'm feeling like a hundred million bucks tonight There's something in my shoe and now I'm higher than a kite But my gut tells me otherwise and so I think I'll have to run And try to stay alive when you're all left in the sun So we'll sail away Yes, let's sail away Cause I'm in my hell And I'm out of health But what do words to they're pretty useless themselves Maybe I'm just feeling kinda faster Confident, but I never knew the danger Solar blockage, my stars are gone Maybe I just love the disaster We went from friends to strangers So farewell, my humble lamb So which am I? I can't remember Am I pencil, paper or eraser And all my thoughts that occur in my head Are static noise as I go to sleep