What's the use in the man content with search itself
Yeah Binx Bolling open up yourself
Days lost desire, nothing worth the wait
Cling to what's given, you pretend to hate
Can't find a marriage in heaven and hell
And all this reasoning's left me un-well
Is the man full of opinions worse than the fool without
Know I know nothing, silence throughout
Come face to face, with everyone else
Delusion reprieve the saviour of self
Need some re-education in bad taste
A concrete something ease the ill away
Can't get up, got nowhere to be
Nothing out there for the likes of me.
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