Seven

Come down until your down Then turn around It's not on you to decide We're on your side Now, go fetch a thrown bone Now, leave it alone Right from a bottle and Wallow in it And lose the virile act You're making them laugh It's just an old thought Think nothing of it now A common mistake made You've been made Now you're on your own And the idea's outgrown But carry on in this It's just a misstep You still think the path is straight Through the yellow gate? You gotta learn to wait And to manipulate In seven I won't Stand up From this kneel Until I hear A bell ring Well, if that's true, then you Are lost to that view And the dog can go back to Being abused Empty your stomach some Make your body numb Tease the brain with medicine And begin the countdown starting with Seven