Tell me everything, and take your time, I said Now your bromides stain my mind with photoluminescent dye As I wait my turn to speak, language center's stultified Fruit is sweet, and past its peak You fill your cheeks, but miss the signs You've got symptoms We only can discuss kittens You've got symptoms Breaking through the cross rhythms Of our interlocking mental prisons In my diagnosis You must have your reasons How to treat you when I'm surely no physician? Nonetheless it's plain that there's a worsening condition As we reach the red line, hang your head on mine Always time for one more chance Now I fear that time has passed Due to symptoms There hasn't been a thought given To those symptoms Breaking through the cross rhythms Of our interlocking masochism In my diagnosis You don't even notice How to fix this when I'm surely no magician? Possibly you know it's an impossible position Happy to not be scared of you It's dumb to do that anymore, I think New dream: Gone already New dream: Same as the old New dream: Happy, happy New dream: Scare