Conversion, software version 7.0Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hubEating seeds is the past time activity...the toxcicity of our city, of our cityNew, what, do you own the world?How do you own disorder, disorder?Now, somewhere between the sacred silence;sacred silence and sleep.Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep:disorder, disorder, disorder.More wood for the fires, loud neighbors,flashlight revries caught in the headlights of a truck.eating seeds is the past time activity.You, what, do you own the world?How do you own disorder, disorder?Now, somewhere between the sacred silence:sacred silence and sleep.Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep,disorder, disorder, disorder.You, what do you own the world?How do you own disorder?Now, somewhere between the sacred silence:sacred silence and sleep.Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep,disorder, disorder, disorder.When I became the sun, I shone light into the man's heartWhen I became the sun,I shone light into the man's HEART!(End of song)