Lyrics:

The fog sticks around
As if he were on
So it goes higher and higher
Till the last

Even chain on jeep
Hyphen
Aspen
Utah
Ice mounting over
Jehovah

Freedom of self-towns (?)
6 p.m.
Rising

He aims the highest bestest powered rifle at the stars
Orion
It bounces off
The satellite
He was lucky this week
Midnight