Watch the mania in my eyes
Hysteria escapes my lips
Wisteria enters me in sips

Louder quieter see you later
Careful on all those risers
When you go meet the miser
Ask him the cost ask whats lost

Work and chores all for the poor
And they will all ask for more
Pump blood till the heart is sore

Follow our pied pipe with an empty head
He wraps it in cords and melts the meds
Needles wires pins and stems
These will fill the empty hand