The world is stagnant, but I'm running fast, I'm running mad How can I sleep softly in a crib when there are no worthy arms to cradle me And protect me from my self-injurious rib ?
I pass toy soldiers on the street Craving for contact but failing to meet The eyes of one who means no deceit Who's touch and taste sings more sweet than that of a mouth-watering, mind water-boarding treat