Moby was Bourne to be wild:
Extreme ways are back again. Extreme places I didn't know. I broke everything new again, everything that I'd owned. I threw it out the window; came along. Extreme ways I know will part the colors of my sea, perfect colored me. Extreme ways they help me, they help me out late at night. Extreme places I had gone that never seen any light. Dirty basements, dirty noise, dirty places coming through. Extreme worlds alone. Did you ever like it planned? I would stand in line for this. There's always room in life for this. Oh baby, then it fell apart. Extreme sounds that told me they held me down every night. I didn't have much to say. I didn't give about the life. I closed my eyes and closed myself and closed my world and never opened up to anything that could get me at all. I had to close down everything. I had to close down my mind. Too many things could cut me. Too much could make me blind. I've seen so much in so many places, so many heartaches, so many faces, so many dirty things you couldn't even believe. I would stand in line for this. It's always good in life for this. Oh baby, then it fell apart. Like it always does, always does.