strange connections
deaths and ressurections
strange encounters
that count for
that count for
nothing, strange reflections
of past, future, present
sometimes pleasant
sometimes though
it just hurts you know
and I wonder
why am I the way I am
I wonder
why am I the way I am
and so I jam,
I jaaam, I craaaaam
so much in a day
so I can't think
or comprehend, the things
that happen
and the things that don't
////kind of outta this world////
////kind of outta this world////
