Texty: In:Aviate. 1985. Question Everything.

It's time to segregate and divide,
dissect the fragments and sever the ties.
We must ponder the questions and bring them to light...

I'm not believing what I'm thinking,
not intending what I'm speaking,
not receiving what I'm seeing...
I'm a mess in the best sort of way, in the best sort of way.

Your whole life has been a stage,
you were only here to entertain us.

All of your illusions of chance, they have been masked with confidence.

I'm not believing what I'm thinking,
not intending what I'm speaking,
not receiving what I'm seeing...
I'm a mess, in the best sort of way, in the best sort of way.

Your whole life has been a stage,
you were only here to entertain,
but you're questioning everything that you write, and you don't know what's happening in your mind.

When you feel these thoughts, taking hold, and the world you know, you're letting go.
(x2)

Your whole life has been a stage,
you were only here to entertain,
but you're questioning everything that you write, and you don't know what's happening in your mind.

(Thanks to Nicole for these lyrics)