My Thoughts Are A Gas (what's Up Matador)

Of lights who've faded out before, here comes the same
When I'm coded from to much of what I can't describe
Kepat at bay in some regard despite what she wrote
I've been frozen in a site display where nothing amounts to anything

Took a journey back to sometime, just to find out
If I could locate another improbable passage way
Penetrate, [unverified], rock and the rock, echoes back
My thoughts are a gas
I'm not going to crash into anyone

And often asked, what do you know?
Just what was handed down to me
Slip graciously in to the happy homes
Groping [unverified] frequently opposed
[Unverified]

Built this champion out of their own wasted flesh
Is this supposed to do that
Through it all, I'll pass
'Cause my thoughts are a gas