You told me don’t you look at the sun,
it burns your eyes out.
I disobeyed and see a man who’s going nowhere.
He fed me this: you don’t got to worry, you’re on your feet.
Please help me down.
I brainstormed and caught up with my friend who’s doing fine now.
It’s been uplifting knowing you all have static sources.
I fed him this: man, am I in a hurry to break this chord of our paranoia.
And there’s no antidote for a petty loaf.
I think we’ve found the lighter side of our friendly host.
I don’t mean to boast, we can face all this nonsense.