I hear all the time how people can't change won't change their diapers are full and they need a change people are strange need to rearrange the electric connections that make them dark and deranged but the same goes for sane folks who heard you spoke but wanna float their own boats in moats like ditty shmittykitty litter all day long some of us folks just know we can't afford to be wrong so we sing songs like fort Knox don't knock us down in this town folks like to hold us down under the water in muddy sodder daughters of fathers lost in the heavy matters of collateral damage still famished after the waves of famine stark in the wake of feminine disdain but they still wait for rain and pray that pain passes over if they close their doors but silence is the concealer in the aftermath a breaking of feelers tethering teeth together but it never gets better under the broken doors seething feelings waves ready to roll like tidals in ice spliced inside wide open but the gates are up floods held back money lost in obscure trust confusing the need to understand their past for lust quickly shuts out the light from within if it never get to glow no one gets to grow we just keep pulling weeds looking for flowers cause darkness is that hour when people lose their power even the wicked get weak in the knees man we got bees wearing tees stinging asses and dying sleaze cause that's some bullshit they need to sting more asses first can I get a clause now I'm stuck thinking about bees i got stung last year what was that about anyway