How did I get here?
I am an autopiloted machine
Preset destination
And no control over anything
It's incidental
But I'd like the record to reflect that I tried
But I fucked it up again
And I passively watched it happen from the outside
But, Next Time
I'm gonna get it right
Next Time
I'm gonna get it right
I'm gonna get it right
And the electricity fills up my circuits
Completing many strange connections in my mind
And the path that power takes shapes me in microscopic ways
That I have only just begun to recognize
And when, true to form, I float above the current
I become its conduit, and through me it is maintained
So, am I really gonna spend my life in this cryostatic state
And when it's over, just shrug it off and say
Next Time
I'm gonna get it right?
Next Time
I'm gonna get it right
Next Time
I'm gonna get it right
Next Time
I'm gonna get it right
My location cannot be triangulated by any means
If I am less a point, and more of an in-between
So I'll be picking up the pieces of a new type of machine
And fitting two and two together how I please
Singing Next Time
I'm gonna get it right
And the Next Time
I'm gonna get it right
And the Next Time
I'm gonna get it right
And the Next Time