The shortest road ain't always the quickest
And you don't have to walk alone
You know it rolls down my spine like honey
I'll never know why you find life funny

Perfect puddles probably know no difference
I doubt in addicts of bull shit there's frantic panic
Fuelled with faith they're something, and they won't know
When they're nothing, nothing, nothing

Minus 1 12: The death of logic
Felt obliged to go, though the funeral is over full
Wonder if the killers here?
Paradox is in the docks, I fear

If Flat Earthers can't cry or get down
They'd never know they're stuck in trees
Or have deep sleep asking where the leaves have gone
Or is all one and the grass sunny, sunny, sunny?

I see these people with no real home
Invaders who trespass the Earth's ozone
Obese from facts they think that they know
'Cus they're the people! They're the people
I see these people joy riding time
What's yours is theirs but my mind is mine
If life's an answer that something knows
It's not the people! Not the people!

The shortest road ain't always the quickest
And you don't have to walk alone. It grows with time
Inflates the mind with laughter
Nihilists smile in the never after, after, after!