James Joyce
Supercolliding Superconductor
Deception in the ranks
Mutiny for a fee
Colliding collision course
All my hard earned nothings were lost
A repetitive repetition of sound
Nothing said and nothing done
Nothing said and nothing found
My hand is conducting the feeling of this room
I can’t see yesterday
I’m colliding with who I used to be
With you, my heart is controlling my actions
Blind, I can’t see yesterday
I’m colliding
I can’t go in reverse
I’m too far ahead
Nothing’s heard, the sound is gone
Nothing’s heard, the sound is dead
And I’m colliding
I’m colliding
I’m colliding
I’m colliding with me
I can’t repent an accident
My hand is conducting the feeling of this room
I can’t see yesterday
I’m colliding with who I used to be
With you, my heart is controlling my actions
Blind, I can’t see yesterday
I’m colliding
I’m colliding
I’m colliding
I’m colliding
I’m colliding