I'll find a way into prison
To get in touch with myself
A dead end to envision
A paradise to escape
I'll find a way into prison
And get in touch with myself
Find a place in the corner
Stare a hole in the wall

If I make it to heaven
I'll look down on the land
Where I left my decisions
In their final state
When I make it to heaven
I'll look down on the land
I'll be a tree in the desert
I'll be a waterfall

Heavy planet rage stripped plants colors rich
Brothers sick physics anger stomp crackle fake bridge
Another twist appears slip a paper devil monkey money
Plague bees spiral waves hollow ship
Everything lost in its own space

I'll find a way into prison
To get in touch with myself
A dead end to envision
A paradise to escape
If I make it to heaven
I'll look down on the land
A vast field of compassion
How mellow the sun
How mellow the sun
How mellow the sun