Mercury’s in retrograde
Don't believe a thing I say
You know I don't believe that stuff 
My mind's only made of dust

The echo always said get real
Mostly I just go by feel
Kick it first if it don't start 
Don’t need tools I got my heart

Are we free, or afraid 
Of what we’re told
Are we out of or under 
Control

When Saturn returns I begin
To [bad word] in patterns more than men
Or the stories that they tell
Even when they tell them well

The echo always sounded good
Until I finally understood 
I only had to open the door
Now I don’t [bad word] the echo anymore

Are we free, or afraid 
Of what we’re told
Are we out of or under 
Control

All these planets pulling me around 
They pulled my face into a frown
Even though my minds made up
My mind's only made of dust
From stars and clouds and oceans all unseen
From stars and clouds and oceans all unseen

Are we free, or afraid 
Of what we’re told
Are we out of or under 
Control