Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of It took so long, for me to realize How strong your heart is And all this time, my mind was working In strange ways Through the love in your eyes Sharp turn, my mind is a blur Slow passage through the air

Oh, my god, I cry in fear Afraid you have forgot me here Afraid you haven’t gotten long Your quiet dove and faithful son I kept the promises I made I went to work, I worked all day When I wanted to run, I stayed Little children came and grew Moved away

Your my funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine, You make me smile with my heart, Your looks are laughable, un-photo-graphical, Yet you´re my favorite work of art Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak, are

Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars I'm thinking out loud Place your head on my beating heart When your legs don't work like they used to before And I can't sweep you off of your feet Will your mouth still remember

When will this payday be? For these retired slaves Tell us this hour Tell us now! Slavedriver Poison the 666 conception now!! Hey slavedriver! I'm asking you this question again and again and again Work police- you false priest!

We're creating god, master of our designs We're creating god, unsure of what we'll find Standing in the shade of altruism, answering the call Came a modern messiah to save us all Something far beyond the work of fiction, Positronic brain A world that's

What you working with? Show me, show me So what you working with? It ain’t about, ain’t about, it ain’t about what you not Drop that body like you’re trying to let them know Twist that high You know the bass is on the low Take that feeling like it’s

Can we fight to save our souls? Protect the hive from enemies! March on, worker bees! Know your enemy! Follow the herd mentality! And we'll march... along, with our blindfolds on And we'll ride... the rails, with our pistols drawn Can the Lord... above,

Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars I'm thinking out loud Place your head on my beating heart When your legs don't work like they used to before And I can't sweep you off of your feet Will your mouth still remember

Make it a hurricane before I go insane It's only half past twelve, but I don't care And pour me somethin' tall and strong It's five o'clock somewhere The sun is hot and that ol' clock is movin' slow and so am I Workday passes like molasses in wintertime