The wool is over your eyes
you'll not see the next surprise...

I stand in the city streets shouting my heart out
people walk by without a turned head or doubt...

Our colonel is down, help is not found
behind enemy lines we are bound...

Many times have i traveled to your majestic beauty
to be away from you is life's sad cruelty...

So sweet so innocent to my evils
this is so right on many levels...

I love you, my love will never end
i love you so much my dearest friend...

Writhing on the floor screaming in pain
cannot sleep or eat feeling the drain...

I had a dream terribly wrong
so bad it could only be in a song...

I can see the turmoil in my people's streets
on this immoral plain of stone sorrow greets...

I wanted to be different. Special
humble origins, watchmaker's son...

I do not try to reach the masses
for i haven't taken good enough classes...

A slime under my feet, a bug to crush
I'll never be satisfied until you're mush...