Who can you trust when your shadow’s been cheating,
making shapes of unfamiliar people?
There’s nothing left so let’s hope for a new one,
when all else fails, we can plant one and grow one.

Buckle up coz this ride’s getting faster
like a train on a path of disaster,
hold on tight like the rings on your finger,
let’s just pray that this silence don’t linger.

And how many times have I told you
never forget who you really belong to?
And how many things have I shown you
today, today, today?

Listen hard I shall say this just one time,
take these words and I’m sure that you’ll be fine.
The end’s getting near and so is the punchline,
a sentence unfinished, did you fall on the hard times?