Let go the stink and the filth and the rage
Let go the monkey still pacing his cage
Let go the need for a kindly old sage
Let go light beings still singing New Age

This is our trip we are about to fall
Down a bottomless pit infinite hall
Standing so regal and handsome and tall
Run to your death while time slows to a crawl

It's catching up
This fisted wound
Catching up
This feeling doom

It's catching up
The life I've shaped
Catching up
The mother raped

And the reality that's really me
Trapped in my one true face
The reality that's really me
Beneath the obvious case