Flame down Pacific highway
Still in shape, my methods refined
Long gone superstitions falling
Be seen by my memories refused

I'd like to see them win
I like the inspiration like its going in the right direction
That's to me

I'd like to see them win
It's my kind of aspiration like it's going in the right direction
That's to me, to me, to me, to be

The aim now is perfection always
The aim now is fuckin' leave it behind
Oh no, through perception's hallways
And the change comes we'll live in green skies

I'd like to see them win
I like the inspiration like its going in the right direction
That's to me, to me, to me

I'd like to see them win
It's my kind of aspiration like it's flowing in the right direction
That's to me

Who are you to doubt us?
Who are you to doubt us?
(Who are you to doubt us)
Who are you to doubt us?

Let me tell you 'bout the waywards, darling, face adorned with bones
Lift you up and down [?] but you don't notice
Let me tell you 'bout the waywards, darling, face adorned with skulls
Lift you up and down [?] but you don't notice

Above the ocean
Above the ocean
Above the ocean
Above the ocean

Above the ocean
Above the ocean