Of lights who've faded out before here comes the same
When I'm coded from to much of what I can't describe
Kepat at bay in some regard despite what she wrote
I've been frozen in a site display where nothing amounts
To anything
Took a journey back to sometime just to find out
If I could locate another improbable passage way
Penetrate? rock and the rock echos back
My thoughts are a gas
I'm not going to crash
Into anyone
And often asked
What do you know
Just what was handed down to me
Slip graciously in to the happy homes
Groping? frequently opposed
Built this champion
Out of their own wasted flesh
Is this supposed to do that
Through it all I'll pass
Cause my thoughts are a gass
My thoughts are a gas
My thoughts are a gas