Tune out the humming
Tune out the buzzing
Coming in loud and clear
Don't worry I've got the story in my little black box
I can see right through you, no need for my X-ray truth machine
We're riding the white-knuckle rhino
I'm better than ever
Went on a bender of king-size certainty
I can see right through you, no need for my X-ray truth machine
We're riding the white-knuckle rhino
You can't take away the sound
The selection of no direction, going anywhere, somewhere, anywhere, just somewhere