You are the pilot of our rocketship
straight to the earth’s core. Me, I think we can
beat the heat, or hope Lehmann is wrong.
You say you’ve never been afraid of anything, I say
The best therapy is a bad idea,
but I spill my guts – it doesn’t work.
I am scared there isn’t cell
reception in hell, I’ll have to write a letter,
but the postage is too much from here
I think of myself in parallel universes,
there I am happy.