Some of you want to try to stay away from the brain
From the plain and not explain
Walk on down the hallway to the sign, and to your mind
And you find you aren't that kind
Time on Earth is coming to an end, the end of time
Scare the chime, a way to lie
Writing words no longer than years ago, the way back vibes
Attack the tides, the you-know-whys
I defend your constant pondering, not try to sing
Grow a wing and hear the king
Not so fast I don't think it's not wrong
In the strangest places we find a lot
In the streets I can see you trot
With the happiest faces, I see you rot
If they actually want to try
They should try to help me by the end of this song