Thunder,please explain
why you ask me how i am, I'm fine I
wonder is it sane
to pierce purple eyeballs made of china
I love you like a son, like a game I have won
like a toothbrush I used for the Eiffel Tower
my youth, it is gone, it's a boot stuck in the ground
is there truth to be found in an ironflower
Mmm I will try hard to be a spark of power
I will, I'll never beyour iron flower
Stone please axplain
why your silence makes more Noise than thunder
bones, is it sane
to obey me and the flesh you're under
your words are soon gone and it hurts, I have none
take a jump from you pretty linguistic tower
thegoal of speech,so obnoxious to reach
only one thing to do, melt yout iron flower...