(spoken)  I've had no spring, no asks, and no end  This body, above the light radiant  When novel passions send solicitors  Swept out the dark lust sweet passing  And there is no end to deal without curse  And blessed with sorrow the true source is  We're alive inside the universe  Where love and knowledge flow out innocent  The key of joy is:    (whispered) Disobedience     [Heavy Part]  [Your guess is as good as mine]    ??  ??  ?? and the acts of sin  Why!?    [same as above]