I lie a lot in the times I roam

I try to hide that we′ll never reach rome

We stagnate so get that rope

And I'll try to jump that foreign boat

Who would climb a pyramid?

With an angle that slips your feet

For you will tumble on this desert soil

Where nothing grows it only boils

Well I′m just waiting, I'm just waiting for you

I write a lot in the times I roam

But nothing fits so take me home

Unscrew my head it's common waste

With a hint of this bitter aftertaste

So it goes, some won′t succeed in it

Ever felt the absolute ceiling?

We′ve been up, We've been down, so good

Otherwise we′d never found the truth

Well I'm Insane man, I′m insane man for good

I'll hide my fucking compass

Cause my needle′s always downwards

Dumb luck it's done

Art can never be forced