'You can take it or leave it as far as were concerned
Because were not concerned with you
What you want is buried in the present tense
Blind alleyways allay the jewels'
I consider no questions
Store contempt for the lesson
They see my reflection
With no intention
To receive a visit soon
Although I may need a visit soon
Well never flee the visit soon
Ambivalence calls your every tune
I am a dried-up seed cant be restored
I hope no-one notices the sleep on me
Ive been walking along down this shallow slope
Looking for nothing particularly
You consider no questions
Store contempt for the lesson
See no true reflection
With no intention
To receive a visit soon
Although you need a visit soon
Ill guarantee a wooden spoon
Ambivalence calls your every tune
Am I guided or is life for free?
Because nothing ever seems to happen to me
And I wont be tempted by vile evils
Because vile evils are vile evils
ambition