A guilty conscience set free   By kind compliments so that words   It mixes like a stiff drink,   Bringing the fire up and almost alive.         Ponounced procreation   Sriking down the niddle of the devils back bone.      Does it take a genius   To see the hope that lies within me?   Does it take a genius to see the hope inside?      Say you're sorry      Your wandering eyes make it hard    To see straight through the line   Your wandering eyes make it hard    To see straight through      Your wandering eyes      Pronounced procreation   Striking down the niddle of the devils back bone.