One, two, three, we are waiting for a key,
Waiting, we are waiting for a single studded beat,
I am turned on, yes I am tuned in,
Now I am dropping out and I'm shedding off my skin.

I am one with the earth, not one with the sky,
I am closer to the dirt than a Musca Domestica fly,
I am a tiny spider squashed by a neurotic human,
I know the greatest liars, and I can see right through them.

You see I'm liberated, animated, I'm 2D and caffeinated,
My insides are all strangulated; I am God contaminated.
With three wide-open eyes, I will not apologise, 
For the tangles in my hair and the grazes on my thighs.

Four, five, six, these chemicals don’t mix,
We live inside a nation built on ignorance and tricks,
I am turned on, yes I am tuned in,
Now I am dropping out as I take it on the chin.

With two yellow fingers I defame the motherland,
With the help of little worker ants I scuttle as I stand,
With the aid of pins and metal I have mutilated my face,
With a hole drilled through my skull, I transcend through time and space.

Philosophising whilst writing and rhyming; an unrequited passion,
To touch a heart, whether near or far, has gone right out of fashion.
So they wrapped me up in bows and frills and put me in a draw,
I stay confined, pure and refined, as they gaze at me in awe.

Seven, eight, nine, two discs fell from my spine,
Here’s my two weeks notice, I give up now I resign,
Cause I am turned on, yes I am tuned in,
Now I have dropped out; I won’t make it up to ten.