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
From a song of mine, entitled 'Blue'.