arriving in boats, black hooded coats
tormentors climbed into my room
i crawled under my bed, covered my head
but they're flushin' me out with a broom
the leader, she's small, pinned my ass to the wall
for my seeds or she'd be losin' her past
time after time, she'd be readin' my mind
but she never got the feelin' to last
celebrate, celebrate, celebraid it
this is the critical mass
so far so good, I heard the other say
now the tallest of two, with a brush full of blue
paints surrealist scenes on the wall(fill)