You can't imagine all the factions that form around high-ticket attractions High on the spirit, optimistic, out through the flame, baptism in your feelings You know the science of falling, you have been calling You know the song of Magna Carta, it's underwater We left it there for the sons and the daughters One day they'll find it, they'll be reminded When we live under sea like the otter Didn't know flying from falling, cruel is the poor thing Sad to report, didn't know losing from learning Wheels were turning, you know the soul missing Could go two ways, won't be another exit for days So pack a small suitcase, anything else could easily replace You feel the suction, the call to action That works around high-ticket attractions You want to travel, want to unravel Take the experience to the next level With no respect for the warning Of violence and yelling, defiance and blinding Protected perception, the voice of prediction You know the soul missing Could go two ways, won't be another exit for days So pack a small suitcase, anything else could easily replace You know the song You can imagine, all the factions They form around high-ticket attractions Just like the Mayans, took all the science And dumped it all in the drinking well science They knew the science of falling, they had the calling You know the song This thing could go two ways, won't be another exit for days So pack a small suitcase, anything else could easily replace This thing could go two ways, won't be another exit for days So pack a small suitcase, anything else could easily replace So pack a small suitcase