A moment to pause and rest my oversized,
overprized head.
I'm gazing at the edges of our geometric nests
against a backdrop of atmosphere, and squinting to blur it all clear.
Realizing that there's no distinction,
I see the red queen winking at me and laughing,
because I thought I was ahead, but the world is a treadmill.
At the core of our minds we risk all to leave a piece of us behind.
(chorus)
We're still standing so we're still winning,
but every parasite that kills its host, kills itself.
(break)
(chorus ×2)
(outro)
