Drink the smoke they blew outside,

Every thought is given guide.

Spine turns soft, a public chair —

For anyone to sit and stare.

Are you feeling any better?

'Cause your skin's now just like leather.

Rust is eating up the strings,

To my hands and down my knees.

Pull! Pull the strings!

Watch me bend!

Pull! Pull the strings!

Until the end!

They sell "Ideal" — then take the "I deal",

Spin, spin the circle and give into feelings.

After the night with no one around,

You know what? Forget and nevermind.