[Verse 1]

Long will be the passing day

Strong will be the urge to stay

Resigned to slump beneath the need

Designed to incubate the seed

Bend beneath

The weight, the grief

And so control

Your goal

See in objects’ static lines

The moving plan that they refine

Read into a body’s needs

The intention to deceive

The lid you lift

Will set you adrift

Because your skin

Is thin

[Verse 2]

The senses by themselves feel strange

And through them you hope to arrange

Actions into present facts

Activities into real lacks

Look: they show

The empty flow

That runs through

The things you do

You could be wrong and in which case

You should resolve to now displace

Effluvium, the rind of dreams

To flush it out in uric streams

Smell the waste

Without distaste

It will reveal

What you really feel