Use your intuition, it's all you've got, eys are rare and there's a thousand locks
Standing in your way, so goes the gold age of your tired life
Digging for a way, you cast a spell, carve a path from all the things they sell
But they don't let go, just thought you should know, keys are rare
I know what I know would not fill a thimble
So let your mind go straight down the wrong way
Does one want to get more used to
The mall and misery, the dead mouths it costs to be alive
Oh she lies half burning from the biting cold, if only to learn what you've never been told
There's a real world, somewhere a good girl lives and breathes
Part of her opened the callow mind, ideas stolen in the morning tide
There's a dark time, this is your dark rhyme, feel your heart
I know what I know would not fill a thimble
So let my mind go straight down the wrong way
Does one want to get more used to
The mall and misery, the dead mouths it costs to be alive