Something tells me we should probably stop it
Something tells me that we gotta continue
Exorcise what can feel evil within you
(you, you)
Hit the ejection seat
Smoke out the antipathy
We're outside the fuselage
Picking out the best mirage
Brain full of acid on a plane back from Dallas
My seat is haunted don't believe me ask Alice
A week in Texas but it felt like the tropics
My veins have been replaced by fiber-optics
Something tells me we should probably stop it
(Something tells me, yea)
Something tells me that we gotta continue
(Something tells me, yea)
Exorcise what can feel evil within you
(I want you to be careful)
(Keep an eye on everything)
Hit the ejection seat