We've all been molested
By time and space

The lovers have problems
With keeping their place

A head filled with toxins
Colours, fairy tales

They teach us that men
Can make a home inside whales

My message is simple
Don't stand near train tracks

Though everyone does it
So it's time to relax

Speculations of pain
Hurt me enough

Weak to the core
Though I'm told that we're tough