We were waiting at the gates to the beat of the clocknWaiting for the train with the tick of the tocknHe was winking his eye down in the blotter as his face dissolved in the waternHe slipped down the tubes, slipped down the slidenSwallowed him wholenNow he's insidennRunning quickly by an intent look in his eyenRun through the tunnels with colors passing bynEnjoy a new glass of teanObserve this world you seenScenery is manifesting, its morphing fluidlyn[x2]nnOpen mindsnOpen doorsnSinking into the carpeted floornSo fluid the waves fallnStarring at the dripping-melting wallsnUnstablenFixatednWith these blue eyes so dialatednUnrealnAbstractnYou made the choice to never turn back. In this style 10/6, what now? nWhat comes nextnnStill on this trip to the beat of the clocknHours have passed with the tick of the tockn10 hours 6 minutes all in this style, with a card in his hat all of the whilenUnstablenFixatednWith these blue eyes so dialatednUnrealnAbstractnYou made the choice to never turn backnIn this style 10/6, what now?nWhat comes nextnOn the other side of the glass where these psychedelic hours passnHow long will will this madness last? nSo far 12 hours have passed...nnOr maybe it was eleven hours?