tune in to the transmission blast off, switch on confuse inertia's state of affairs a still frame can still create motion my rest is still on the go my motion is in unrest i know for myself i am consumed by the magnitude travel and transport a grnd collaboration of movement i'm caught up in the orbit there's no apparatus malfunction the signal is out i swear i just breathed napoleon in his carbon floating in the oxygen i'm revolving in the rotation i don't know where actually i'm over there