Lyrics:

Why is it every time I think about you
Something that you have said or implied makes me doubt you?
Then I look into your cynical eyes and I know it
As if it never meant anything to me

Parallel lines on a slow decline—tractor rape chain
Better yet, let's all get wet on the tractor rape chain
Speed up, slow down, go all around in the end

In the first place, it's probably just paranoia
But there's a ghost in my room and he says I better run
It's a thing I know, it's a thing I believe in
Won't you tell it to go away?

Parallel lines on a slow decline—tractor rape chain
Better yet, let's all get wet on the tractor rape chain
Speed up, slow down, go all around in the end
Speed up, slow down, go all around in the end
Speed up, slow down, go all around in the end