So of all the pain and pinch and just about to get out of my inch of dissed missed pissedness, and i clamp down to the is moment, this time, and let fly my fingers for a sublime ryhme.  let me sign this indentation of your relation to the word si must be sayin, c?  sun?  do you know to which I run?  the lady just told me i need to fear the sun now, son, what is that?  how can I deal with this?  the unierse wants me to collide with the hide?  keep doing this?  she seems so cleaer.  stay near your fear and don't arrear to the pinsabilities of the seer, keep alive, even if you have to fill a bath with salt & brine and pickle yourself alone for days, so goes my song, oh, ding dong sing along snap my thong i'm in a rimnac state of mind ding dong sing my song wont' you sing along?