I don't know why I do as I do
I could be gentle, but my tongue
Turns Lover's heart from red to blue
In all the fury I have sung
From callous mouth, from bitter heart
Flies the jaded poison dart
I don't know why I do as I do
But to emotion I am true

I could be living, but by mind
Is bending to conform to molds
My mind no longer wild, it folds
The greying matter, not consciousness of gold
My mind is bought and bartered, sold
Not thing of Beauty to behold
I could be living, but my mind
Is with the matrix intertwined