My Pen Is Empty (Keith's Version)

I would write you a letter, but my pen is empty I'll be in my office, observing Palm Sunday I'm red in the face, and the stone's been bled Onenism is a prison, there's no blood in my head I never touch the stuff I never touch the stuff I never touch the stuff I never touch the stuff I never touch the stuff The chicken's been choked Another bishop's been stroked The floodgates are open The levee done broke I never touch the stuff I never touch the stuff I never touch the stuff I never touch the stuff