[Verse]

A great swell of energy like a Hadron Particle Collider

You look like my fear of water slides personified

Finding Beauty, Bigby in a cornfield

If I'm phony now, I can remember I was born real

Threw that self-help jargon in my spam folder

Then set to explore the monster like Bram Stoker

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent

But I yawned and I burped and I passed gas loudly