Besedila: John Frusciante. Inside Of Emptiness. 666.

Something these days in the air
I'm afraid to sing this song
'Cuz no one answers me
Got in the way of this one chance of mine
I throw it back
It wasn't gonna last
I jumped ahead
There was a slipstream
One good feeling there
I got out quick
Lower than I go
I'm a pinball
Sticking through alot
Then down the side wall
The drop
I must have been alone
In the mean time
Nothing comes my way
I'm proud to say
I crossed a line
I said goodbye
This state to recreate
Is the drain of time
I lead you on
There were no days to wait for
No carrying on
Life's still a disease
Help it along
It's a sure thing
Everyone I meet is a laughing star
Who dropped
You all ought to walk through a poster
You should see how things align
Change how you see a decline
See how high you really climb
The drop