I was scarred from the rocksSlipping on the slopes of MarsLying in the caveWith the ants and bugsSwattings blowflies from around my mouthWhile the crickets croakAnd my bowels turn over to chokeRipples reflect back upon the waterfallI'm distantI dance in the shadowsTop to bottom instincts showTunnel vision above and belowIndulging in this sonic turbulenceFeel it lifting from inside my intestinesAs my ears pop an' blowAnd I'm overthrownBy gravity, vertigoTurbines whistle and blowAs I let you goFiddling my thumbsAlways stuck amongstUnderneath this gruelling undertowBut I know it's not his faultI never asked for his insights on religious wisdomTo be preaching tunnel visionTo be seeking something differentAlterations start fadingAs the deadline comes-a racin'We're all chasin' any kind of stimulationFit for this crystal generationTunnel visionLoopholes in the systemSome might say he's a born again ChristianBut know it's not his faultI never asked for his insights on religious wisdomSigns my own tunnel visionTo discover something was missingTunnel visionLoopholes in the systemSome might say he's a born again ChristianBut I know it's not his faultI never asked for his religious wisdomPreaching tunnel visionSeeking something different