Apologies from my reality to yours,
I shouldn't have parked it so close here,
Now there's a contamination, colors and chimes
Rubbing up against your clockwork

I can't judge, well, I can, but I'll refrain,
Your vehicle is greater than mine,
Slick, and until me solid, an overdose of chrome
Rolling on four square stout wheels

It must've have taken you several eras
Of hard work to piece together
All these equations working overtime to filter
Out everything unprofitable from view

Well, the way is cleared now, go move
Onto whatever destination you have,
I can't stop you with my machine's nonsense,
Unless you stay and come aboard