Sometimes the words I hear
Are not the ones that come out of your mouth, my dear
Sometimes the words you say
Dodge my receptors and just float away
So give me a hint, just give me a hint
Are you sharpening your pitchfork
So prepared to hunt me down?
Just give me a hint, just give me a hint
Am I risking everything I own to follow you around?
Climbing up the tower
All while scared to brave the elements
Of course the broken power surges
Only your benevolence
In keeping with tradition
My mind fires a skyward flare of panicked jolts
But all that comes back down is a plague of volts
I’m not supposed to be up there
But I can’t pick up the frequencies
That you once repaired
It’s not a total loss
I’ll chalk it up to the wires that crossed
So give me a hint, just give me a hint
Are you sharpening your steely knives
And nipping at my heels?
Just give me a hint, just give me a hint
Am I caught between implanted thoughts
In search of something real?
I don’t need you to show me how
But I need you to show me how
To learn how on my own
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