Witchcraft Scum Exploiting The Dumb Turning Children

I Don't Think I'm Tangible To Myself.

Anything I Can Sing, I Call A Song. Anything I Can't Sing, I Call A Poem.

If I Had Wings, No One Would Ask Me: Should I Fly?

In This Age Of Fiberglass, I'm Searching For A Gem.

For Them That Must Obey Authority/that They Do Not Respect In Any Degree/who Despise Their Jobs, Their Destinies/speak Jealously Of Them That Are Free