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