You have ways to look at things And see them well, and see their strings And it can harm, Oh hear me beg To break an arm, to break a leg Fill up my socks with paste and rocks Up to my knees. And it can harm. You hold keys that lock you in states But you are told not to touch keys Until weird beings come come come... It's dry you, suck cool drinks from a straw. You're late, but you'll catch the time. You suck not only blood but time. You're late, but it's not worth a stroke. You suck everything that has taste. You're late, I guess we'll have to wait. You suck and suck so much that now You're late, my luck your cake. Good, but it can harm.