Cut the ribbons from your hair
That time is over now
Can you see the future
Will it try to hold you down

The enemies of trust
All lined up to have a talk
The simian tryptophan went right to my head
I felt lost

There's no such thing as a casual conversation
Rumors in a vacuum
False feedback
These are allegations

Avoiding the dangers of blind faith
I reached out
With a belly full of nails
You drew back and blew down my house

Misplaced benevolence
Traded for affection
No drug made by man
Will cure this infection

Several uncomfortable
Truths about life
Will not be revealed
In such harsh light