I think I've lost my way again. Same old town, Same old skin. I think it's time I moved along. Different sounds, Oh, the differences. I think I might've Worn my welcome, Cause the laying mat is frayed. Standing in the doorway, I see I've lost my way. I saw a wormhole open up, It welcomed me With open arms. Stripped of all my existence, It rewrote me. Tidy your minds, All the scriptures say. Pray to the gods Who are always away.
