Oh my God
We’ve poisoned the lake
Drink up
Take what you will
My thoughts
They go away
In the river lethe

I am not
Made of string
Though the spider spun
Me back to sleep again

I am not the bottled tongue
Your sense of calm
A well bred sheep

You take what you want
But you don’t stay
You take what you want
But you don’t stay
You take what you want
But you don’t stay

My thoughts they go away
In the river lethe