Crop Circles (Single Version)

I see myself alone on my death bed With cats that love me only cause I fed them I tell myself "f*ck it" cause one day I'll be dead But then forget about it cause I'm self conscious I don't believe in holy spirits As if I would make it to heaven I'd rather be born again We run around in those crop circles Get some adrenaline type rush as the light comes on down for us All those flying UFOs Invade our crop circles I think we're smaller than we make ourselves believe In fact I know that stranger things have happened to me We're all just puppets playing with our own damn strings But if we cut them all off would we feel more free? I don't believe in holy spirits As if I would make it to heaven I'd rather be born again We run around in those crop circles Get some adrenaline type rush as the light comes on down for us All those flying UFOs Invade our crop circles