I may live in the tiny world inside my tiny head, And if I change my mind about things I know that I will change it again. Then I evaluate the processes of the modern world, Hoping this evaluation thing moves quick enough to make things work. Macromutations, is a major morphological change The material basis of all the boys and girls Who'll change your world will mutate And merge till they save the world. I juggled around the variables and found them incomplete; I looked at all the data now I know That I'm better off just taking a guess. We just go through the motions, mostly without a clue Trying to rub our stomachs in a circle While we pat our head with our hands. The world isn't flat anymore. You're sitting on a time bomb, You're a ticking time bomb, You're living on a time bomb, You're a living time bomb