It drives you on, it makes all fun, it creates strife
It grows from bud and soaks up sun, storing for night
From push to shove, boring to fun, poor to all right
It aids the fight
Inside your head
It lights the lamp
For sane deduction

Know it’s dark tone, it’s your life’s home, clean it up quick
Call on the phone, tell me to come home, come back through it
I like their moan; I always come to have her sit
Some minds are sick
Shameless killing
Try to get in
Satisfaction

Listen objectively to me
We’ll see
Free seeds plead, “free-dom” for goodness
Don’t stress