A mellow arrest at first
of a callow, inert belief
Throw your minnows down
and i will feed
Soon or later
I will not find
the state I was before
I'll fall in a kind, be in a kind
of stupor rythmn
Ooh I'm coming down
need a fix as a numb release
serenade my only sound
with the antedote to
all my intuitions
callous superstitions
I'll starve till I'm full
of nihilisms, realisms
Chorus
You can lie to yourself
Saying "I don't need it"
Keep the answers coming
Larcenist their wonder