Bow your head down low To the endless toil Society your burden for show Drives you into the soil You find little hope in the massess Fly from sanity is the chance As your small life passes You dare not take a stance You follow along the path Beaten into your head But once you ve done the math You are left in boredom s stead I laugh out loud in your face Ride on in my own humour Flying at the quickened pace Accompanied by my own rumor Into the sky I melt Burning in agony of the sun The skies tirelessly pelt My carcass of the done This story tires you If you can understand You listen less than few And can barely even pretend (c)1994 Crisis Of Eden Enterprises All rights raped battered and berated