In this life you have to understand your niche
Listen to the echoes of past reasoning
But be your own man, unashamed
This planet is a confused place ruled by perception only
Step out of line, you are a rebel, come maverick
Superstation with arguments that have no beginning and no end
This rules the day!
Accrued baggage, a millstone of note
It’s there with the compliments of your mother’s milk
No one is going to draw you a map of any worth
You came in alone you go out alone
The in-between is yours to mangle, enjoy!!
