Up to the bottom atoms

No longer any sense to be humble

Gently stare down at the dawn

Slightly step outside onto a rumble

A word not said cut you a throat, at all

Stranded in the send, I've chosen a wrong end]

With no joy I've joined to a brave old world

Street's like a stated jungle land

Mean people means no thing on the backseat of the unknown]

Love hates to love love

True perfection lasts particularly a sec

Faith leads to rubbish stuff from above

God woke up from the dark side of his bed

Consciousness heartless: outcast

I want to split me self in billion atoms

Humble or haughty, either way I'm living fast]

When the galaxies collide there'll be all of us turning into stones]

Come what may, mate

The final flight'll never be delayed.