Lean back and let me start to interrogate
Trapped inside this neon whirlpool—a vibrant place
Identify the motif conceit. Analyze the stimulus drive
Ask the question—why?
Every refrain a link in the chain that I’ve contrived
In search of a sound that cannot be found—is it all a lie?
Spent so long inside this rotation. Unbalancing, I must try to realign
So, I ask the question—why?
Why can’t I leave this behind?
It’s so far away, but something deep inside calls to me—whatever that means
No matter how hard I try I won’t be satisfied!
What do I seek to find? When will terminus supersede the climb?
Where will my traversal suspend? How will my transmission end?
Trapped inside an endless storm—rotating eights—electric outpour!
I need another time—another space—transfiguration of my phase