I don't want to See right through you Letting light in Uninvited Paper thin suits Dressed like I don't know you Placing feral bets on where the buck will stop next Not on you I feel the same I feel the same What you see is not enough Maybe a student of the strange will find it rough And move to pick your brain up by the stem You'll weigh so much without them Like pouring fire down the hill Revenging ants such a cheap thrill To scorch the earth and just move on One tiny thorn to set you off Nothing quite like it after all Your blackened fallow desert lawn Such a simple way To view the earth You never thought you might be wrong