SuperSloMotion

Sleepy rhythms were lulling us Trolling down a long canal Onto savage shores and gilded floors Of coliseums through the load-in door Certain of this one thing Certain of this one thing Certain of this one thing That superslomotion got the upper hand on me On me, on me Holy visions had ceased to come My tongue was numb and I was feeling tired Crying out in a wordless howl Screeching off to the underground Certain of this one thing Certain of this one thing Certain of this one thing That superslomotion got the upper hand on me On me, on me, on me Sleepy rhythms were lulling us Syrup sweet and poisonous How I found my way back, I'm not sure Through the channels and little streets that curve Certain of this one thing Certain of this one thing Certain of this one thing That superslomotion got the upper hand on me On me, on me, on me Certain of this one thing Certain of this one thing Certain of this one thing That superslomotion got the upper hand on me On me, on me, on me On me, on me, on me, on me On me, on me, on me Got the upper hand Got the upper hand Got the upper hand Got the upper hand, the upper hand on me On me, on me, on me