I feel so alive, my body consists of straight lines. The cartilage, the cold flesh, helps form straight lines. My throat, my chest, my cough, my rest form straight lines. Sleep-talker, sleep-walk away and form straight lines.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

My lows, my highs, my resin in pipes form straight lines. The thread in my clothes, ooh, nobody knows they form straight lines. But my body knows the foam out of my hitched-back mouth foams straight lines.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. I feel so alive.