to get out of the days to come Relent, and harbor your time
along the shores of tranquility But the batteries weren't included.
whose pistils are worn from the friction, and wage war on their
point-proper diction Life, full of problems, is hard How desolate and bereft
of hope, the destiny of Man.
Dare I eat a peach? Yo! Yo! but you eat that peach like you watch
the snow
Grey souls, Grey shoes I've even got grey blues.