How did I get here? I am an autopiloted machine Preset destination And no control over anything It's incidental But I'd like the record to reflect that I tried But I fucked it up again And I passively watched it happen from the outside But, Next Time... I'm gonna get it right Next Time I'm gonna get it right I'm gonna get it right And the electricity fills up my circuits Completing many strange connections in my mind And the path that power takes shapes me in microscopic ways That I have only just begun to recognize And when, true to form, I float above the current I become its conduit, and through me it is maintained So, am I really gonna spend my life in this cryostatic state And when it's over, just shrug it off and say Next Time I'm gonna get it right? Next Time I'm gonna get it right My location cannot be triangulated by any means If I am less a point, and more of an in-between So I'll be picking up the pieces of a new type of machine And fitting two and two together how I please Singing Next Time I'm gonna get it right And the Next Time I'm gonna get it right And the Next Time I'm gonna get it right And the Next Time...