They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in, sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks.

People tell me it's a sin, to know and feel too much within.

Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street.

As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree, and the locusts sang off in the distance.

My guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect, deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect.

Your mind is a your temple, keep it beautiful and free. Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.