Of lights who've faded out before here comes the same

When I'm coded from to much of what I can't describe

Kepat at bay in some regard despite what she wrote

I've been frozen in a site display where nothing amounts

To anything

Took a journey back to sometime just to find out

If I could locate another improbable passage way

Penetrate ? rock and the rock echos back

My thoughts are a gas

I'm not going to crash

Into anyone

And often asked

What do you know

Just what was handed down to me

Slip graciously in to the happy homes

Groping ? frequently opposed

???

Built this champion

Out of their own wasted flesh

Is this supposed to do that

Through it all I'll pass

Cause my thoughts are a gass

My thoughts are a gas

My thoughts are a gas