Some sort of strange idea Evolved infinity Ended cerebral With loss of lust to know it all Can't you see him now Limp minded anyhow Intone a monody To celebrate lack of joie de vivre Joy of living How can I get it back There's no need for therapy Modify intensity Don't turn cynical What ought to be just quizzical Can't you see him now A nihilist somehow Inflating tyranny Of reigning mediocrity Don't deceive yourself You underrate the problem of being on your own What you need is room for two