on borrowed wings and with senses so idle
 high on the hopes ?fore the chemical wedding
 the promised state in the perfect setting
 praying to the beat-craving to be real
 I?m right (x3),I?m wrong

 so he said ?cause so he?d read
 and your delusions are mine instead
 convincing smiles will feed the mind
 a curse put on those left behind
 your wizzard?s out on bail-the perfect trip?s on sale
 I?m right (x3),I?m wrong

 Spinning ?round
 sideways down
 spinning ?round....

 when concentration comes at last
 make shure to blame the highest caste
 from way out in the skies
 that made you realise.