I wrote this song in one night.
Partly cuz I had to fill up all these lines.
Some time is right for striking. The meek ain’t afraid of anyone’s lightning.
Won’t we ever know who is over there? The heaven’s above, the earth’s below.
Both can be quite frightening.

I hope nothing ever does confuse you.
I’m trying to use the same alphabet as you do.
But my words tend to blur. And my sounds may seem obscure.
The tribe you had to trap has had to escape you.
Now the little men with unmatching hats want to try to tame you.

You know it’s still yesterday in some places.
That doesn’t make it today round here.
Although I do believe in future, my grand daddy’s daddy who built the time clock.
I hope you don’t mind me saying, sir. But I think your daughter’s daughter has
nice hands.

Yeah, I think I was definitely gonna tell you something.
But sometimes my head just gets filled in the midst of nothing.
Then I empty out my anger. I stare at myself til I become the stranger.
Hubris is my acquaintence, and I just met doom. Since one of them is an old
friend, I’ll introduce the other to you.

I heard it’s morning over there in China.
A man can hear anything. It doesn’t mean he can read a watch.
And they all look Chinese. And though it is rude to stare,
You heard they got a man who used to sound like hair.
But you don’t know them, and they have never met you.

I really didn’t write this song in one night.
Mostly cuz I had to fill up all these lines.
Some time is prime for reflecting. But your cheeks will blow til your horns
defective.
Won’t I ever know when to hold my tongue? But do you really think just because
they loose it means we’ve won?

You know what they say about evil?
It’s really really really really bad.
But talking’s just absurd. So let’s abolish spoken word.
As of now who’s got anything good to say?
So, close your eyes, clasp your hands, and think.