On and on it goes Stealing all familiar Answers to the questions, Defeating our intentions. Erasing all the lines On the timelines of our Future destinations And rigid occupations. Every sixty seconds wasted Still brings us a minute further. Farther from the egg The ego Id The question is How foreign? Making love I Feel as though I'd like to fuck My way into the womb And spend the afternoon. Stranger as you go Seems the more you learn The less and less And less and less you know. Every sixty seconds wasted Still brings us a minute further. Farther from the egg The ego Id The question is How foreign? On and on it goes. Seems the more you learn The less and less And less and less you know.
