Sebadoh
Beat
Not an afterlifeFull of aliens, noNo philosophyNo way of thinkingInstead of diving inSpin around just lookingA well traveled pathBeside the roadAnd when you hear the bellYou can always trust yourselfPointless to explainInfinite nothingGently flowing downObserve the hologramAdvancing world retreatsAway from grasping handsDejected scientistsMystics and garbage menAsses back in lineAnd start it all againIf you hear a bellThere's nothing left to tellJust before you can explainWhen it gets interesting
From Letras Mania