Lately the lamps have faded They're not interested in the cold front That's related And each word is spoken It's precise and unbroken Amiss the small talk of their libido And when the day is done And the weeks become one I cry blue murder I try to take it further To all and sundry Please answer my call Of philanthropy And courtesy There are two sides to every story And my sides close to the wind An error of always Its coming from within The other half is always beleived And without the seed it cannot be conceived The silent voices speak Unspeakable terms On the condition of What willpower is left Repetitive nature For some that never learns How to act on these terms