| I've got chills. | |
| They're multiplyin'. | |
| Strange vibrations in my head | |
| And I can feel disintegration | |
| Like flies livin' in my bed | |
| Ow There were three dots in formation | |
| Eerie sights along the road | |
| And there were signs and indications. | |
| Split in two, then spun around disappeared | |
| Ow I've got chills. | |
| They're multiplyin'. | |
| Strange vibrations in my head | |
| And there were signs and indications, | |
| Like flies livin' in my bed. | |
| Ow |