Yelling poems, and some record roars

But I keep hearing your voice

Hearing you blare through the noise

I don't know if I told you

But I don't like having a war

I don't know if I told you

But I don't want Mars anymore



It's just neves and street scenes

Garbled talk and beat queens

Spill my heart, by butterbean's



Disappointed I will ever be

So I called sheep all over

Sheep all over sheering me

I don't know if you'll take it

But I don't feel cold anymore

I don't know if you'll save it

But I don't break apart anymore



I'm just nerves and styrene

Polyglum if I seem

Too wound down.  O Butterbean.