How the mind does shout for rest   When the bodies shaken, yeah   Oh the tightness in my chest   Still your leaves I'm raking      Lord is this a test   Was it fun creating, yeah?   My god's a little sick   And he wants me crazy      Who   Are you   Who can say   It's ok to live through me?      Live to be   Part of me   You're a wrinkled magazine   Yeah      Was it something that I said?   Was it how they're breaking, yeah   I'm so selfish, paying your rent   While your blood I'm taking      You   Spend me   Like a tree   Dirty dollar bills for leaves   Dark in a sea   Of my seeds   And the tears on which you feed      You feed      The body is a temple   A dormant alter   To where infantile men lie around   Itching and nibbling   For a small piece of sanity   Of which you can not give      Shit!      Individuality   Buying pennies with my soul   And a little Heaven spent   While the Hell I'm taking      Thieves   Parasites   Hide from life   You know they'll remember me      They are abhored   In self-worth   All that matters much to me