I hear these voices in my head.

I'm tripping and tripping.

I'm trying not to listen.

I'm distant, I'm distant.

I'm trying not to lose my mind, but it's working me overtime.

And I think that it's about time that I read the signs

I'm trippin' and trippin' I'm tryin' not to listen I'm disillusioned

I'm trying not to love that night But it's fucking me on the spot I'm thinking about my bed

The sun, the moon, the stars, and the moon.

Oh, my God.

I'm tripping, I'm tripping, I'm trying not to listen

Come do some, come do some Try not to move aside Let's make it be one more time

And I think that if I was out, that I would decide.

We'll be right back.

Thank you.

Do you see them?