I'm a time traveler, careening through time.
Observations in flux with my state of mind.
External input is up for review.
Processing process forms the status of you.
I've got great hopes coming over me,
When the fate of the world is for all to see.
I wish I could be stupid and free
Like the freaks of nature on the TV
Mass Media's got you in tow.
External input in constant overflow.
So brother, brother what's left for you and I?
Well, observe then change, at least give it a try.
You've got constant flux,
And if that's not enough,
You've got permanent change,
Rearrange, prearranged, pre-deranged.
(Repeat as C#1, V#1, S#1, C#1)