Got sold steam it's landed right right Right rose stop comes up to choke us Knee jerk to the real jerk Shades in shadows of a too great land It's here In the chaos of some billionaires Some stink among the weeds It's good to slather on the mantis It's good to rest upon the clean With a timber built from ages Something stirs within the leaves and it can rest upon the paper Not to keep the seat the same so get up in Lost love cools In fact it's only chance Pray that it's gradually used to win Lighten my love Heat-up anger softens too A whimper just gives in Is this impulse grown from feelings Or a cord within the spine? A finger pauses on the fader When it's clear the mix is fine Upshot pot is good for steaming Not for airing out the gear A shielded garden gets no liquid Just a window to the light so let it in