They help needle dancers, and those disguised as pain
I'm not guilty every day, but won't you punish me please anyway?!
There's no room for guilt, there's no time to sensitise;
What you see is what you get, a garden full of emptiness.I'm so sorry, I have nothing left to sack;
On my knees with broken back, time to try another tack.
So - he's back again with begging bowl to hand,
"God, no more!" his new refrain, "there's just so much that I can stand to seeWithered compromises cluttering the halls,"
All these powerless corridors, lose yourself in adoration; won't you
Come and visit all the madmen on the street?
Time for life in coffee breaks, self improvement, then on your feet again.It's so beautiful, there is nothing left to scar.
Everyone's been filed away, keep them blank for yet another rainy
Day, for drought is always on the news, but not to mind:
Beer or lager, smack or fear, there's always one more stimulus to bear.They help needle dancers sacrificed to life, but
No one thought to notify the acid head who hanged himself,
So it seems that he meant little more to Man than
Who'd win next at pool. "And who will grant me freedom from their master plan?Grant me peace, oh let there be peace for me to find!
I can't take this any more. Let me out before I lose my mind..."
