Here we go, As fly to another dimension, Oh why, don't you feel the tension? Not to mention the lies in your eyes, I am a disguise, And you otherwise are not to recognise at the end of this demise, cross one's eyes and watch them die with despise, enterprise with me, be my devotee and let's have a cup of tea and eat an apple from the apple tree, one, two, three, let's set free to the sunrise, as we wonder what spies ahead of us.