8. Convinced lamarckist

Stopped clocks and silent blocks

I’m out of patience running out of stocks

You lie in wait as a fox

I got a fake vague sense of bubble

And it’s all over you

Love hurts and passion sucks

You got me locked and paralyzed and shocked

Just drink me on the rocks

I got a starving mind to feed

But not with you

Further you spread your hand your arm gets longer

Reach my guts, make you stronger, much stronger

Time flies, and time just ends

You really got me underneath your pants

I stick on you and suck

Just like a little horny leach, mad for you

Somebody told me wrong

You’re gonna walk around the place for long

I wonder will I see

I have to leave you back and live

And not with you

Further you spread your hand your arm gets longer

Reach my guts, make you stronger and then…

Beat me over and push me towards death

So you’ll grow stronger from the dirt of my remains