Lyrics:

You've got me all wrong

I'm not really shy

I don't feel dumb

not broken nor sad

I'm not depressed

shurely not distressed

I got no open wounds

or secret hell

did you come to fix me?

Or to get a fix of me?

Of that sweet lonely baby

who seems so scared to be

well, you might be disappointed

to discover my caring kind

I might be the stiffest one

that crossed your sight

• I'm just a little bit off tracks just slightly off tracks I sometimes come off my tracks

When the machine overheats it gets a little tight there

panick rushes though I'm grateful for that inner quake

I try to keep my cool, stay level headed, if I dare

but whatever I try I never avoid engine break

Suddenly the whole universe has slipped on his side and

everything around me seems so highly unlikely

between inhebriation and exhilaration

I am getting high on octarine fumes

molten-thungsten spine and crackling spine

and the thunder vibrating in my belly

I am no longer body to inhabit and

every elsewhere to embody

I feel shiny I've found some keys deep truths in filigree

but at some point choice has always to be made

should I rather stay my ground or stay the ground?

to go back I just have to want it but

really, do I really do ?

So the where I live and the what I do I assume doesn't really matter

some things are getting very hard some others becoming really easier

Now I'm fine, fine, fine unweaveringly docked in my habits' harbour

from now on I will be fine

Just have to keep an eye on the heat gage and everything will be just fine

...though I can feel it's coming