Cartwheel - Pentagram

And when you float away into oblivion

I’ll go back and I’ll play inside my dreams

And maybe what you pull out next won’t be like you

I hope not by any means

I’ll run my mind until I feel like dyin'

My senses have been stored away in bags

You weren’t the first that came out just like funny tricks

The way my system lags

My mind is moving slow

I’ve got no place to go

In a land where people know

Know about my kind