| There's a time for not speaking out | |
| I was amused by the casting of shouts | |
| Walk by on a stupid whim | |
| Into your neck where the theory begins | |
| Never spoke of this you know | |
| This is a place where we can't be candid | |
| Cheecky smite that you could hear | |
| Try to crawl into something | |
| They didn't make | |
| And miss the core | |
| Already know that i'm wrong | |
| So why obsess about what side i'm on | |
| All this will fall into seed | |
| I'm not approaching you | |
| Cuz i'm afraid that you might move | |
| I'll the color when i speak | |
| This behavior has a right | |
| And it's better than the counter | |
| That you might | |
| Lose some skin that you didn't have to fun | |
| Reach the point and lose the joy | |
| Reach the place and shut my mouth off | |
| From your forearm shouts a tear | |
| Crawling off into another growth | |
| And it is steep |