A moment to pause and rest my oversized, overprized head. I'm gazing at the edges of our geometric nests against a backdrop of atmosphere, and squinting to blur it all clear. Realizing that there's no distinction, I see the red queen winking at me and laughing, because I thought I was ahead, but the world is a treadmill. At the core of our minds we risk all to leave a piece of us behind. (chorus) We're still standing so we're still winning, but every parasite that kills its host, kills itself. (chorus)