What was it that spawned ya?
Who's responsible for your trash?
With Hollywood inside her
And no time to accommodate
With Hollywood inside her
And no time to accommodate
(I can see the moon the sun
the stars they shine on everyone
To be free of doubt and longing
In a role untouched by history
To be part of something vaster
Than yourself the frozen plaster
Break out of your core categories
I feel like a junk contraption
Truth is I can't shake this vile fear
When I space out I'm direct
I got the beaker to reflect with
Free to be a temperamental tear