Come stumble my mirth beaten worker
  I'm Jezmund the family berzerker
  I'm bought for the price of a flagon of rice
  The wind buffs the cabin
  You speak of your life
  Or more willingly Locust the Lurker
    Confuse what you can of the ending
  And revise your despise so impending
  'Cause I soak on the wrath
  That you didn't quite mask
  I'm getting it clearly through alternate paths
  Or mixed in with the signal you're sending
    But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned
  As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned
  And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue
  Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun
  All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone
  Can't I live while I'm young?
    But no peace for Jezmund tonight
  I plug the distress tube up tight
  And watch what I say as it flutters away
  And all this emotion is kept harmless at bay
  Not to educate somebody's fright