Helping Hand

Clear your mind out My voice guides the way Trust me these things Are what I survey Don't shape yourself You're not made of clay Take it easy Waves roll to the bay Does it sting yet? Voice of reason Is why you'll obey Wouldn't want to Be your own prey Again It's the same Everything Is so tame Again It's the same Everything Is so Feeling nauseous? You won't get it: Dreading the pain's worse Than the pain itself