Number Eight Wire

Don't take any of the advice Proffered to you when it comes with a knife I renounce the light and hide While an orchestra begins to surmise Palm in hand, reverting to type Precious metals in mercurial eyes The results a thousand times Show the message is a permanent lie Don't be frightened, I'll be alive As you come prepared to follow alike And with one pounce the light has a power within that shatters divine Don't take any of my advice Especially when it comes to you with a smile I renounce the light and try To pretend I know what happens at night Paranoid dyspepsia Paranoid dyslexia Paranoid dyspepsia