V.A.L.I.S.

When in 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’s not the real me, but I can hear

I can hear, I can hear him

From my future

Show, show, show show me

You gotta show me the way

Past and present

Are superimposed

He has seen this before

He’s into conspiracy

He’s into theophany

He’s into phenomenology

He’s into deeds

He don’t mix his words

He’s not the real me, but I can hear

I can hear, I can hear him

From my future

Show, show, show show me

You gotta show me the way