You don't have to make me happy
you don't have to set me free
you don't have to be my umbrella
really, I can't see what the rain can do for me
the mud you saw me stumbling and rolling and rolling in 
might just be the type that thickkens my skin

Time is a mind machine
eating on our days and our dreams 
tatooing loss upon us, irreversably
and that's allright for me

All the alienated urchins with daggers 
on vitamine c & a brain full of shame
like me and me and me me me me
calling out for my allmighty daddy
promising rewards when we obey respectfully

Time is a mind machine
eating on our days and our dreams 
tatooing loss upon us, irreversably
and that's allright for me

& time is a mind machine
having us circle 'round here
can't be sure what it all means