I see you’ve read the dumb man’s
Smart man’s runes online
They ruin everything that’s built

An empty conserve, a hollow shrine
Stuff yourself with anything
From his bony little fingers
As his wrist goes in

It can only go so deep

You know there’s a pill
For everything there is
No condition too poor
No soul too empty
No placebo ineffective

But there’s a better sacrament
I’ll help you clean your own room, honey

Because if you want to face pussy
You’ll catch a nice big one
Through the surface of the water
On the other side

Just look inward
And the impact on reflection
Will show you truth