Once we've made sense of our world, we want to go *** up everybody else's because his or her truth doesn't match mine. But this is the problem. Truth is individual calculation, which means because we all have different perspectives, there isn't just one singular truth, is there? Hold on, down deeper, down we're going, way down through the floor. Don't you want to see what's at the core? Truth is the icy clear stream we dream about, drinking from. But it will liquidate like the shuddering wire, it's smiling above. Hold on, down and down and down and down, we're melting down the drone. Hold on, down through every superstition, virgin or the crown. Hold on, down through all the fear, guns to the very truth unknown. Hold on, down and down we're going to the bottom. Hold on, down through every superstition, virgin or the crown. Hold on, down through every superstition, virgin or the crown. Hold on, down through every superstition, virgin or the crown. Hold on, down through every superstition, virgin or the crown. Hold on, down through every superstition, virgin or the crown. Truth is the permanent path we laugh about, but then avoid. Thinking we all know the way we stray behind, self-destroy. Hold on, down and down and down and down, we're drilling through the sky. Hold on, down through every prairie story, built to keep us proud. Hold on, down through every government, we're gunning down the drone. Hold on, down and down we're going to the bottom. Wait on me, sweet, sweet, sweet. Wait on me. Wait on me, to me, to me, to me. Wait on the truth that will run out on me. I love so much you make us sing. You make us sing. I see we can sail and sink like a star. Down to the truth. Down to the bottom. Down to the bottom.