There will be too little to begin
I'll just keep stuttering, stuttering, muttering
Hand me a token take them chances
Maybe you'll light up marble glances
Even ignite a doublefold tear release
Watch out as wooden grip splinters ease
All the humdrum, same song bouting out again, again.
No win, no win
There will now be a little to resind
Clattering tokens burn to reclaim
Minds broken needle from its skip