V.A.L.I.S.

When the motion
World is frozen
Talks in circles and Greek
He’s into epiphany
He’s into philosophy
He’s into methyl amphetamines
He’s into science
But he’s lost his way
He is not the real me
But I can hear, I can hear, I can hear him
From my future
(Show, show, show, show me the way)
You’ve gotta show me the way
Past and present
Are superimposed
He has seen this before
He’s into conspiracy
He’s into the theophany
He’s into phenomenology
He’s into deeds
He don’t mix his words