Gravity / UFO

I've been feeling portals rise Sortal under guise A lack of mass is sounding an alarm Summer said it's winter time I guess that's alright Just like butter slipping from a palm It's not hard to believe But why should we Gravity It's meant to be I will not fly The gravity Opposes me Oh no, not this time No, not this time Pheromones in mortal minds Slightly out of sight Reaching up just burns off my whole arm Never one to formalise Pseudo storms arise Based on nothing but what we avert Gravity A right to see It looks for rhymes The gravity Is meant to be Oh, in space not time In space not time Mandrakes with neon sounds