Normally I wouldn’t
I’d steer down around to something else
I won’t get caught in the cellophane
Doesn’t matter what you hear in here
‘Cuz everybody knows there’s no atmosphere
To smear the prose
Normally I couldn’t
Being so strung out on staying in
I don’t think I could recognize anyone out there
I’m dizzy with fear
In too much atmosphere
You don’t have to repronounce what you think I got now
In the middle of it all
Seeing it clearer
You turned into a techtonic plate and you float away
Drifting several day
You now call the stratospheric levels appalling
And the riddle in it all just as appalling
And as a rift appears beneath my body
I won’t be saved
The distance is too great
What we want from you Phobiac
Extend the things you retract
Like ballasts of lead
Throw them over the edge
Please Phobiac
