A moment to pause and rest my oversized,    overprized head.    I'm gazing at the edges of our geometric nests    against a backdrop of atmosphere, and squinting to blur it all clear.    Realizing that there's no distinction,    I see the red queen winking at me and laughing,    because I thought I was ahead, but the world is a treadmill.       At the core of our minds we risk all to leave a piece of us behind.       (chorus)   We're still standing so we're still winning,    but every parasite that kills its host, kills itself.      (break)      (chorus ×2)      (outro)