When I feel so uninspired
Tripwire to the ground
Falling out of orbit
Silence if I do record it
For in space there is no sound
It\'s odd how we evolved
To seemingly regress
Scared God is always watching
Until his front door you go knocking
Throw up something to confess
So, pity me in sequins
Or feathers dipped in tar
Either way it doesn\'t change
Who What When and Where you are