Lyrics:
Come stumble my mirth beaten workerI'm Jezmund the family berzerkerI'm bought for the price of a flagon of riceThe wind buffs the cabin, you speak of your lifeOr more willingly Locust the LurkerConfuse what you can of the endingAnd revise your despise so impending'Cause I soak on the wrath that you didn't quite maskI'm getting it clearly through alternate pathsOr mixed in with the signal you're sendingBut who can unlearn all the facts that I've learnedAs I sat in their chairs and my synapses burnedAnd the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongueThoughts follow my vision and dance in the sunAll my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undoneCan't this wait till I'm old? Can't I live while I'm young?But no peace for Jezmund tonightI plug the distress tube up tightAnd watch what I say as it flutters awayAnd all this emotion is kept harmless at bayNot to educate somebody's fright