The body lame
The soul polluted
What about execution now
Or some organ transplantation
I'm sick of all the ways I walk
Bored of all the things I tell
My friends I could believe in
Seems as if I somehow went astray
But anyway I hear a sound
See some shining lights of some shining eyes
Would you please
Date me, Destiny!
I'm wandering careful
But I know
The catcher has no chance at all
I don't want to but I have to
The taste of rye lies far behind
New purposes still hard to find
A childish way of moving
Keeps me far away from new ideas