Autodidact - Swervedriver

The city sleeps disturbed

Boots filled with lead

A dimension of beauty

Mobilized within my head

All the sellers parade

Souls apart to those hell

Gas stations as churches

Hold fuel forever still

You make me lose my head

Dream of what might be

Sculpt and tumble me

As the rain transcends

Teach potential

Flip the script around

Autodidact

Teach me one thing

There's nothing more I can do

Dream of what might be

Praise be to the gods of the east

Who bow down in front of me

All the sellers parade

Souls apart to those hell

Gas stations as churches

Hold fuel forever still

You make me lose my head

Dream of what might be

Sculpt and tumble me

As the rain transcends

Teach potential

Flip the script around

Autodidact

Teach me one thing

Teach me one thing

Autodidact

Teach me one thing

Teach me one thing